[ something about the way she sits down near him lifts his heart and he smiles at her more steadily as a result. micro, trish and dorothy would all be fine. and kilgrave would never be able to touch them again -- it's hard not to take a victory lap even if the rest is fucked up. when she sits, max reacts too, unpeeling himself from franks side to slink forward until his nose could rest on her knee. everyone else frank has near him on a regular basis pays him regular love to the point where he's come to expect it despite his checkered past. frank watches jess to see how she'll react, distracted by what she says next anyway. he lets out a low chuckle, ducking his head. sleep had become an even more elusive commodity than it had been back home, but when he actually feels exhausted enough to rest it's impossible not to take comfort from the feeling. ]
Thought I'd see what all the fuss was about. [ his smile turns lopsided as he meets her eyes again. hands still in the pockets of his jacket, his calloused fingers catch on the smooth surface of the gift he had brought back for her from the trip. slowly, he draws it out and hands it across to her. the base is chipped and there are scratches in the glass he couldn't get out, but the snowy effect still shifts prettily over the paris scene, contained and mocking them. ]
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Thought I'd see what all the fuss was about. [ his smile turns lopsided as he meets her eyes again. hands still in the pockets of his jacket, his calloused fingers catch on the smooth surface of the gift he had brought back for her from the trip. slowly, he draws it out and hands it across to her. the base is chipped and there are scratches in the glass he couldn't get out, but the snowy effect still shifts prettily over the paris scene, contained and mocking them. ]