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"This didn't work out exactly as I had intended," Matt commented, finding the confusing network of ropes currently securing his arms and torso as maddening as a Rubix cube.
"No shit, Sherlock," Frank snarked back. "You didn't think telling your new super friends about your mob slaying boyfriend was gonna have any drawbacks?"
Matt sighed. "I was going for honesty."
"Yeah, well, we're honestly fucked," Frank declared with a snarl.
He wasn't wrong, of course. He rarely was; that was one of the things that made Frank so very annoying at times. Currently the two of them were tied up, lying prone on the floor of a dusty storage room behind Luke's bar, while Jess, Danny, and Luke had a heated discussion about it over whiskey and cola. It didn't seem like it was headed anywhere good.
"This isn't even legal," Matt complained, still fighting to get free.
"Like they care, Counselor," Frank retorted, his words splintering the silence like sunlight through fog, jabbing like the headache Matt could feel building. "Go ahead and tell 'em you're being unlawfully detained. See where it gets you."
Matt only huffed. "Well, so far it's gotten me tied up alone with my boyfriend."
"Wait," Frank said slowly. "Tied up. Alone. With me…"
"Yeah?" Matt mumbled, raising his head slightly as he worked to free his wrists.
"Just trying to figure out how deep that kink runs is all," Frank declared, earning a snort from Matt.
"Hilarious," he muttered, the word slipping out from between gritted teeth.
There was a moment's relief, like rubbing a cramp, when he detected some slack in one of the ropes and managed to slip a hand free. His arm followed. And then the other hand, Matt moving faster the more freedom of movement he attained. It felt good. Even with nowhere to run at this moment, he was free. Less powerless than he had felt a minute ago.
"So," Frank said casually as Matt helped untie him. "Make out or break out?"
Matt smirked. "Surprise me."