frank had very much intentionally made himself scarce at wally's internment and skipped the reception entirely. instead, he'd ventured back to his apartment because work is an anchoring thing, and he's not quite bereft about the old man as he is rattled. it'll be gone tomorrow, because he can take anything. he can. despite that, he's grateful he hadn't seen diana.
when he arrives home, he barely has time to shower and get dressed before his doorbell is ringing. when he hits the intercom, he feels something electric in him when he hears diana's voice.
the moment he opens the door, @am4zon is embracing him. his arms wrap around her in return once his door swings shut, and he registers she's still dressed in mourning black.
"you alright?" he asks against her hair, lips ghosting by her neck from where his face is tucked into it as a big hand rubs over her back consolingly, instinctively. while frank isn't the sentimental sort, he's been to enough funerals and has lost enough for this shit to be muscle memory.
