[ he's glad he's facing the back of matt's head even if the other man can't see him anyway. he's glaring daggers. he shuts off the clippers for a second to get himself back under control, heaving out an audible sigh and shaking his head. ]

This place has killed us. It can twist you up in unnatural ways. At least we can fight back in New York. Here we're sitting ducks.

[ frank lets out a grunt and gets back to the haircut, working across and over matt's other ear to his sideburn. ]