Frank was quiet a second. They weren't looking at each other. The softness of Billy's voice stabbed through him, and Frank kept his gaze straight ahead.

After a moment, Frank said, just over the noise around them, "You look like shit, Bill." It was an understatement. It was an aching sort of thing to say. He could see the potential of himself written on Billy's face and it made him sick. As angry as he'd been, still was, this was a loss of control he hated. This was the sort of visceral anger that had lost Agent Orange his eye.