[ with her go ahead, he splinters off to the right, there's a site not far they can set up camp since they don't have much daylight left as it is. he thinks about how childish this is, or at least immature. but when jessica jones says jump, he's already off the ledge before she can specify how high. it's always been that way and he doesn't know how to alter it now. leading had always come naturally to frank, but with her he has to keep reminding himself it's what she wants. it feels wrong to lead her anywhere, even if it's what she says she needs. to forget.
it's just past 90 minutes to the clearing and he doesn't try to start something up again until they get there. the sun is thinking about setting soon, and he gestures for her to stick close even though she'd done so the whole way here. frank has her help him find tent poles in the brush and then gestures where she should put them since her strength makes it easier to do so silently. then they're draping the canvas from his bag over the structure and it's his turn to use those sailor's knots she'd speculated on.
he steps back to view their work, making sure it's sound enough to get them out of the elements for a night. seems like it'll do fine and he moves inside the tent to set down the bedding he'd brought, not bothering to separate them in such a tight space -- especially since he knows she didn't bring her own bedroll. frank sits down to take a break, and to see if she'll make her way in. he's hungry, but too tired to do anything about it, and he knows for a fact they both prioritized whiskey over food in their packing. ]
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it's just past 90 minutes to the clearing and he doesn't try to start something up again until they get there. the sun is thinking about setting soon, and he gestures for her to stick close even though she'd done so the whole way here. frank has her help him find tent poles in the brush and then gestures where she should put them since her strength makes it easier to do so silently. then they're draping the canvas from his bag over the structure and it's his turn to use those sailor's knots she'd speculated on.
he steps back to view their work, making sure it's sound enough to get them out of the elements for a night. seems like it'll do fine and he moves inside the tent to set down the bedding he'd brought, not bothering to separate them in such a tight space -- especially since he knows she didn't bring her own bedroll. frank sits down to take a break, and to see if she'll make her way in. he's hungry, but too tired to do anything about it, and he knows for a fact they both prioritized whiskey over food in their packing. ]