[ frank has no desire to stop logan from doing what he needs to do. he thinks it will help him find a way out, though he doesn't say so again. instead he gets up and follows after, careful to place his steps silently though his heavy boots carry an even bulkier frame; the lot of him makes no noise.
the fall happens too quickly for frank to prevent, but his breathing stutters in reaction as if it distresses him to see the other man get hurt. though they don't know each other, he understands. which is why it takes no time at all for him to run damage control, attempting to help logan right himself and careful not to touch jean again in case he still can't touch her -- or maybe on the off chance that he can. but logan is heavy and he struggles, but he's not giving up. not on him and not on this dream.
suddenly, he remembers how to influence the space without physically straining and logan is rightside up again, jean still tucked safely into his arms. the hilly features have leveled off and frank has already started digging in the softened ground, thinking of gunner. thinking of the man they buried back in kandahar. for a moment frank sees the face of his friend and brother over his shoulder, demanding what he's doing as he combs over the body. except here there's no body of the policeman he killed, somehow his bullet finds his way into his hand bloody anyway. he flinches, casting it away, and keeps digging.
this is for jean. whoever she may have been. logan loved her so she means something - he can't afford to slip up now. ]
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the fall happens too quickly for frank to prevent, but his breathing stutters in reaction as if it distresses him to see the other man get hurt. though they don't know each other, he understands. which is why it takes no time at all for him to run damage control, attempting to help logan right himself and careful not to touch jean again in case he still can't touch her -- or maybe on the off chance that he can. but logan is heavy and he struggles, but he's not giving up. not on him and not on this dream.
suddenly, he remembers how to influence the space without physically straining and logan is rightside up again, jean still tucked safely into his arms. the hilly features have leveled off and frank has already started digging in the softened ground, thinking of gunner. thinking of the man they buried back in kandahar. for a moment frank sees the face of his friend and brother over his shoulder, demanding what he's doing as he combs over the body. except here there's no body of the policeman he killed, somehow his bullet finds his way into his hand bloody anyway. he flinches, casting it away, and keeps digging.
this is for jean. whoever she may have been. logan loved her so she means something - he can't afford to slip up now. ]