[ get that marine code shit out of here. but he quirks a smile in return, a brief small thing. there's half formed ideas in his head, but instead of disclosing any of them, he grabs the blanket off his own cot and shoves it in frank's lap. get some rest, dick. ]
[ frank shoves him gently even while settling down with the blanket and flicking his gaze up to meet micro's. it's heavy and tired, but with a flicker of gratitude buried underneath. then he flips micro off affectionately, and shuts his eyes. goodnight, asshole. ]
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