Aretha takes over supporting her as Frank turns away to get them on the path. He wants to lecture her about wet clothes, but it's a mild enough day and if it were David or Curtis? Someone he regarded a brother, Frank wouldn't take the time either. He also shouldn't be taking the time to indulge newcomers, but somehow he always finds himself here anyway.

"Sure," is all he says, shoving his hands in hoodie pockets and not looking to see if she's following. He hears her heavy, squelching steps on the path behind him anyway.