Matt gave a soft laugh at the mention of Frankie the bulldog. "We should have taken a picture. Sent it to Frank. Maybe that would have gotten him out of hiding." Matt wanted to think that Frank was just in hiding. That he wasn't captured, or worse, dead. He had to keep hope alive, because for all their differences, Frank didn't deserve that. Matt was keeping an ear and eye out, figuratively, but so far he'd heard nothing. They'd just have to keep thinking that no news was good news right now.

He didn't let himself become maudlin, not right now.

With a gentle certainty, he brought Kate's fingers up to his face for her to feel. A silent acknowledgement that, no, he didn't find her wanting to be a part of his world offensive. He knew she'd tread lightly over the parts of his face that were still injured, but he didn't mind her seeing him in this way. The manner in which he could see her.

"I like you seeing the world like I can, as much as it's possible. Just like I want to know how you see the world, too."