Frank gets that, he knew it already, but the way Kira says it is still from a place of hurt. It selfishly makes him want to get up and wrap the man in a hug, but he doesn't seem like he's in a place to accept physical kindness either. He settles for hugging the dog, as ever, gathering her to his chest and stroking her spine until she evens out a little. "It's okay, girl. You're safe. I won't let nothin' hurt you. Shhh." It seems to do the trick, Frank's voice like a balm as her ears perk right back up and her tail thumps against the ground.

He looks up at Kira's retreat, attempting to staple him there with his gaze even as he catches the thrown bottle easily and sets it aside. "You don't have to leave, I won't say anything else. I usually don't unless it's you, you know." Talk. Karen and Kira are two of the only people he spares full sentences on. He knows it isn't always what they'd prefer anyway.