Frank had a vague sort of memory from the night before, already drunk, of Guy's dismissiveness of women in general, and he could only imagine that this was a strange situation for him to be in. So, for now, he just sort of smiled to himself, this small thing that promised he wanted to know how Nina was feeling--just maybe not right now.

He finished his cup of coffee and leveraged up off the floor, gesturing at the both of them. "More of either of you?"