[ he puts the coffee on expediently and starts poking through his fridge for leftovers. whenever she's with it enough to notice, there's also a tin bowl of water on the floor in here. frank leans against his counter and stares as a single orchid petal detaches itself from a flower and floats to his table top. elektra's words seem especially relevant now. it doesn't matter as long as you're together. this couldn't have been what she meant. could it?
frank stays that way until there's enough liquid in the carafe for both of them. here goes nothing. he pours them each a cup, hers is little more than half full and her cup says Alaska on the front with a happy doodle of a penguin. all but forcing himself back into the room, he moves to sit by (but not close to) her on the floor and hands it over. ]
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frank stays that way until there's enough liquid in the carafe for both of them. here goes nothing. he pours them each a cup, hers is little more than half full and her cup says Alaska on the front with a happy doodle of a penguin. all but forcing himself back into the room, he moves to sit by (but not close to) her on the floor and hands it over. ]