( she opens the door. and he’s looking at her and looking at her, as if he can drink up the sight of karen alive and safe, a balm for all his ills. despite shoot-outs at the bulletin, despite her stirring up a nest of hornets with fisk, despite everything.
the last time they stood here, she had surprised him by flinging herself into his arms. he’d been left stunned and at a brief loss, hands floating empty, before he finally crushed her to him.
this time, frank hesitates for a moment — a stutter-stop, a blink of an eye, if he were staring down someone’s pistol-sights he’d be dead right now — before he clears the doorway. and that hesitation seems to waver on the edge of something, maybe he’s going to be the one to pull her into his arms, an embrace. instead, he lingers and then presses a quick kiss to her cheek hello, brief and fleeting, before he moves further in past her.
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the last time they stood here, she had surprised him by flinging herself into his arms. he’d been left stunned and at a brief loss, hands floating empty, before he finally crushed her to him.
this time, frank hesitates for a moment — a stutter-stop, a blink of an eye, if he were staring down someone’s pistol-sights he’d be dead right now — before he clears the doorway. and that hesitation seems to waver on the edge of something, maybe he’s going to be the one to pull her into his arms, an embrace. instead, he lingers and then presses a quick kiss to her cheek hello, brief and fleeting, before he moves further in past her.
(coward.) )
Hey. Sorry for— the late hour. Lack of notice.