#dispatched01

he looks at frank slantwise, half-smiling, taking in the ripple of wind through his hair and the strain of his muscles against whichever one of will’s shirts he’s stolen today. it might be the first time will’s spoken about that out loud, not because it’s any kind of secret but because he hadn’t found anyone worth sharing with. his smile turns equal parts rueful and conspiratorial. 

it’s not much, his place, but it’s something—small, but all in all not half-bad for the city, and he’s never needed much, just somewhere to sleep. just somewhere nice enough to bring girls, roomy enough to entertain a couple buddies from the corps here and there—and frank, frank most of all, but frank’s never given a shit about niceties. billy’s still not sure why he bothered splurging on scotch, given frank’s palate, but if there’s any left over after tonight, someone will be impressed by it. someone always is. 

“so you got some time off from diaper duty, huh?” billy raises an eyebrow, his smile sharp as ever as he pours a few fingers for each of them. he doesn’t like to imagine frank being domestic, washing dishes and getting soap suds all over the counter or changing lisa’s diaper with his big, calloused hands. he likes that frank’s here, where he belongs, taking up way too much room on billy’s leather couch like he fucking owns the place.

“—cancelled a date for you, asshole,” he adds, nudging frank in the ribs with his elbow a little harder than necessary. “blonde. total knockout. in more ways than one, if you know what i mean.”

it was an easy choice, of course, and billy’s pretty sure frank knows it, but he’s not going to pass up the opportunity to give him shit about it, and he’s certainly not going to say that much out loud. he drains his glass and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, letting his head fall lazily back against the couch.