[Frank leaves momentarily only to return with a couple sugar packets he'd likely swiped form his latest diner visit, setting them down on the coffee table. Then he sits, hoping she'll do the same and relax as much as she's able, because even if his door is knocked down in the next few minutes, he isn't letting anything happen to her. He should have been there.]
No one knows I'm here except you. [Not David. Not Curtis. He thinks he's protecting the few people in his life left to care about by keeping his distance, but Frank is also aware of how long that can't last. Something or someone will always draw him back into the life.
Sipping at his coffee, Frank sighs through his nose, leaning back against the flimsy couch cushions in an effort to seem relaxed as well. He's more concerned about Karen than any impending doom.]
I know the situation is shit but I'm glad you reached out to me, Karen.
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No one knows I'm here except you. [Not David. Not Curtis. He thinks he's protecting the few people in his life left to care about by keeping his distance, but Frank is also aware of how long that can't last. Something or someone will always draw him back into the life.
Sipping at his coffee, Frank sighs through his nose, leaning back against the flimsy couch cushions in an effort to seem relaxed as well. He's more concerned about Karen than any impending doom.]
I know the situation is shit but I'm glad you reached out to me, Karen.