Max eyes flickered open, like the wings of a butterfly revealing the iris.
"Max-ay," Frank said as he stood over him. "Welcome back, you magnificent bastard!"
As he sat up and got his bearings once again, Frank handed him a cup of coffee.
"Knew you'd need this when you got up there, big guy." Frank cracked a smile, a genuine smile, unlike the smile of a shark. "I bet you're hungry."
And he was.
Hungry like a wolf.
Then the refrain "Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo" kicked in his head and he chuckled.
Angst skipped in from the other room; she was giddy with glee upon seeing Max sitting up on the edge of the cot, sipping a coffee.
"MAX!" she shouted as she tackled him and they went sprawling over the cot and onto the floor, spilling coffee about the place.
"Angst!" Frank scolded. "Come on, you know he's not one hundred percent."
"But Frankie," she pleaded. "It's him, it's Max!"
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