This is two parts of his world colliding and Frank isn't sure how to feel about it yet. He can tell by the simple look on Matt's face that he's not letting this go any time soon, but it's Frank's fault for bringing him here.
Naturally, Rosa is charmed by the smile and comment easily, writing something down onto her pad as she looks between them again.
"Two eggs, sunny side up, with potatoes and extra bacon." How Matt knows him so well. Frank sighs and leans back in his seat with his coffee.
"Just order whatever you want," he grumbles at Matt, lightly kicking his foot under the table, and then he looks back up to the waitress. "And he'll be needing some of that fancy oat milk shit for his coffee."
That gets an easy and amused laugh from Matt. He orders himself an omelette with toast and jam, fully planning on eating some of Frank's bacon whether he likes it or not.
"Pete, huh? You know she knows who you are, right?"
Of course Frank must know. Matt gets what he means when he says he can trust these people. He's glad Frank has others on his side, too. There's a pause when Rosa brings the coffee, the freshly brewed bitter smell hitting his nose followed by a carafe of oat milk.
Another sigh, this time through his nose. He waits for the coffee refresh before squinting a look at Matt. Even though the asshole can't see it he can probably feel it somehow.
"She's just friendly," he says, ignoring the comment about his alias for his own pride. "I'm nice."
Another gentle kick to Matt's foot, as if that proves a point.
"Nice?" Matt raises his eyebrows. "According to who?"
He laughs, though, and maybe he should feel bad about having a good time when everything is going to sit around them. Or maybe he can just let himself have a moment of normalcy and not think too much about it.
He adds some milk and sugar to his coffee, giving it a stir.
"Should I be jealous? Maybe I should tell her you're already taken."
"People," he says with dry amusement. Anyone who interacts with him and is still alive would know how nice he is, obviously, because it means they haven't pissed him off bad enough to get on his ugly side. That's how it works right?
Matt finding amusement in this situation is kind of nice though, even Frank can admit to that much. With all the shit that just went down, both of them beaten and broken down in different ways, they deserve some levity. Even if it's temporary. So, Frank is fine playing along with whatever this is as he keeps his foot pressed to Matt's under the table.
"Taken, huh?" A soft breath, gruff but pleased. "Didn't think you'd be the jealous type with the amount of flirting you do on your own."
"I didn't say I was jealous, I was just asking if I should be."
Okay, so maybe he's a little jealous sometimes when someone else can make a connection with Frank. He knows how Frank is. He knows it's never going to get to any of the points Matt lets his own flirtations get to, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel a brief pang of something when he'd heard Karen and Frank together. Friends, bonded over something Matt had nothing to do with, maybe it was just the collision of what Matt used to think he wanted meeting what Matt actually wants.
He takes a drink of his coffee, letting his foot slide against Frank's.
"Anyway, we live together now. Things are different."
The corner of Matt's mouth quirks up, amused but betraying the tiredness he's feeling.
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Naturally, Rosa is charmed by the smile and comment easily, writing something down onto her pad as she looks between them again.
"Two eggs, sunny side up, with potatoes and extra bacon." How Matt knows him so well. Frank sighs and leans back in his seat with his coffee.
"Just order whatever you want," he grumbles at Matt, lightly kicking his foot under the table, and then he looks back up to the waitress. "And he'll be needing some of that fancy oat milk shit for his coffee."
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"Pete, huh? You know she knows who you are, right?"
Of course Frank must know. Matt gets what he means when he says he can trust these people. He's glad Frank has others on his side, too. There's a pause when Rosa brings the coffee, the freshly brewed bitter smell hitting his nose followed by a carafe of oat milk.
"She likes you, too."
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"She's just friendly," he says, ignoring the comment about his alias for his own pride. "I'm nice."
Another gentle kick to Matt's foot, as if that proves a point.
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He laughs, though, and maybe he should feel bad about having a good time when everything is going to sit around them. Or maybe he can just let himself have a moment of normalcy and not think too much about it.
He adds some milk and sugar to his coffee, giving it a stir.
"Should I be jealous? Maybe I should tell her you're already taken."
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Matt finding amusement in this situation is kind of nice though, even Frank can admit to that much. With all the shit that just went down, both of them beaten and broken down in different ways, they deserve some levity. Even if it's temporary. So, Frank is fine playing along with whatever this is as he keeps his foot pressed to Matt's under the table.
"Taken, huh?" A soft breath, gruff but pleased. "Didn't think you'd be the jealous type with the amount of flirting you do on your own."
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Okay, so maybe he's a little jealous sometimes when someone else can make a connection with Frank. He knows how Frank is. He knows it's never going to get to any of the points Matt lets his own flirtations get to, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel a brief pang of something when he'd heard Karen and Frank together. Friends, bonded over something Matt had nothing to do with, maybe it was just the collision of what Matt used to think he wanted meeting what Matt actually wants.
He takes a drink of his coffee, letting his foot slide against Frank's.
"Anyway, we live together now. Things are different."
The corner of Matt's mouth quirks up, amused but betraying the tiredness he's feeling.