[Frank feels a warmth in his chest he hasn't felt in these weeks of isolation, and with it, a surge to protect. Karen can hold her own but clearly her situation has spooked her to the point of needing help, and if Frank can offer that much with one night safely tucked away in this small town with him, then so be it.
He watches her carefully as she enters the apartment and doesn't let go of that coat. There's a tension about her that he hasn't seen for some time, the kind reserved for moments she's being threatened or worse. Frank doesn't know if it's in his place to prod and ask why, ask if she's okay again, to make her talk to him. He can't make her do anything.]
You're telling the wrong guy. [There's a lightness to his voice and a smirk on his lips as he heads toward the small kitchenette, an open space offering room to still see one another as he starts up the coffee machine. To Frank, it counts as an essential.] I'll join you.
[While the brew starts Frank moves to lean against the counter top where he can watch her, arms resting against it while eyes scan her for any jumpiness.] Make yourself comfortable if you plan on staying.
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He watches her carefully as she enters the apartment and doesn't let go of that coat. There's a tension about her that he hasn't seen for some time, the kind reserved for moments she's being threatened or worse. Frank doesn't know if it's in his place to prod and ask why, ask if she's okay again, to make her talk to him. He can't make her do anything.]
You're telling the wrong guy. [There's a lightness to his voice and a smirk on his lips as he heads toward the small kitchenette, an open space offering room to still see one another as he starts up the coffee machine. To Frank, it counts as an essential.] I'll join you.
[While the brew starts Frank moves to lean against the counter top where he can watch her, arms resting against it while eyes scan her for any jumpiness.] Make yourself comfortable if you plan on staying.