Oh. The smile isn't unwelcome, not at all actually, though it does surprise Frank some. He bites into his lip but then he's smiling too, a fleeting thing that twitches up his lips a fraction. Then he ducks his head and it's gone, but the easy mirth sticks around even when he looks up again.
"Yeah, you could say that. Croc-dog belonged to the same guy. I dunno where Aloe came from, and Aretha..." There's no real delicate way to explain it, and he wonders if Foggy got the whole lo-down on this place yet. He's a smart guy, surely he's figured a good deal out himself. "She belonged to another me. The first Frank that came here." Nevermind, it never gets less weird.
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"Yeah, you could say that. Croc-dog belonged to the same guy. I dunno where Aloe came from, and Aretha..." There's no real delicate way to explain it, and he wonders if Foggy got the whole lo-down on this place yet. He's a smart guy, surely he's figured a good deal out himself. "She belonged to another me. The first Frank that came here." Nevermind, it never gets less weird.