@ofcorpses​  ,  cont’d.
paternity test or not, frank knows it’s true. it’s not just because he can see that same look bill used to get when his head used to go somewhere frank could never follow. it’s not just that. he knows it, and it makes his stomach churn. even in death, bill’s managed to shock him, and he shouldn’t be but he is. all the time he’d spent around his family and frank had never known, never guessed, and now it’s just the two of them after it all. something about the sins of the father comes to mind, and he can’t help but feel some sort of obligation. he leans against his chair, watching henry eat his sandwich, and he sets a can of coca-cola before him to go along with it as a half-thought. ‘ no. i believe you. but you’re, what, sixteen? why come here on your own? you don’t got any other family, anywhere else? why me, of anyone else in the world? that’s what i’m not understandin’ here, henry. help me paint that picture. ’
