I love Bob, and any KJ verse I ever write, he will be firmly planted in it. Possibly off screen, but he must be there. Because he's BOB.

Frank just really, really likes his guns and bombs. Enough that he's concerned about his joy. It's hard to say who my favourite was, Mikey or Ray. I loved writing them both.

I'm sorry about the broken heart. Except not really, because this fic was for angst bingo, so it should hurt, right?