[ he doesn't watch her though the temptation is there. her tiny 'okay' might as well be a full-on speech for how relieved he is to hear her voice. frank settles back against the counter with his coffee, listening to her haphazard drunk sounds and taking his comfort from every single one.
frank steps aside to let her get her coffee, but then instead of going to the door to get his coat and be on his way... his feet carry him after her, dropping into the narrow chair wedged between her desk and the door to her office. he remembers acutely the first and only time he sat here, asking her about daredevil. he studies her face and drinks his coffee, resting the cup on his thigh, his other leg bouncing idly. ]
Can I get you... something? Breakfast, maybe. [ he expects the rejection, and it doesn't bother him. he just wants to interact for a minute before he's on his way. or at least that's what he tells himself to justify sticking around. ]
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frank steps aside to let her get her coffee, but then instead of going to the door to get his coat and be on his way... his feet carry him after her, dropping into the narrow chair wedged between her desk and the door to her office. he remembers acutely the first and only time he sat here, asking her about daredevil. he studies her face and drinks his coffee, resting the cup on his thigh, his other leg bouncing idly. ]
Can I get you... something? Breakfast, maybe. [ he expects the rejection, and it doesn't bother him. he just wants to interact for a minute before he's on his way. or at least that's what he tells himself to justify sticking around. ]