Shhh. [ he shushes her, because she's not sleeping on his couch in this state. or any other. it's a shitty couch and her hangover will be bad enough as it is. frank's hand moves down, tracing each one of her vertibrae and nuzzling his cheek against hers. his body language is more than clear: he'll stay right where he is until she's ready to move. hell, maybe they just sleep here. he doesn't care what happens next now that she's in his arms. ]
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