( jon isn't extremely familiar with frank, but he knows him well enough to want to check on him when. . everything else starts. he doesn't know where frank lives, where his room is, but he's had his ear pressed against his shoulder, heard his heartbeat directly--and while he's not the best at remembering sounds yet, he uses that, the sound of his heart, the memory of the way he breathes, to track down his room.
he hears the gunshots ring out through the door and despite knowing that the sound is most likely just a memory, it still gets his heart beating faster, racing in panic as he hears them penetrate flesh and bone, hears the screams and smells it. just like frank had taught him, jon raises a leg, presses the sole of his shoe against the door and kicks hard, intent on breaking in to at least check and make sure he's okay.
frank has to be okay, right? he's strong. a hand covers his eyes--but he figures, if more bullets start flying, he'll hear them. he'll be able to stop them. invading on someone else's privacy, on the other hand--isn't good.
so he calls out with one hand over his face, quickly stepping into the room and turning his head to follow the sound of whatever's still breathing. )
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he hears the gunshots ring out through the door and despite knowing that the sound is most likely just a memory, it still gets his heart beating faster, racing in panic as he hears them penetrate flesh and bone, hears the screams and smells it. just like frank had taught him, jon raises a leg, presses the sole of his shoe against the door and kicks hard, intent on breaking in to at least check and make sure he's okay.
frank has to be okay, right? he's strong. a hand covers his eyes--but he figures, if more bullets start flying, he'll hear them. he'll be able to stop them. invading on someone else's privacy, on the other hand--isn't good.
so he calls out with one hand over his face, quickly stepping into the room and turning his head to follow the sound of whatever's still breathing. )
Mr. Frank?! Are you okay!!