[ frank would rather watch her than get out his own ration of booze, though he breaks his stare to gaze sidelong at his pack as he considers. he stretches one leg out in front of him and it's telling that he doesn't brush against her given how tight a space they're in together. it's even closer than the treehouse-- which is something he's desperately trying not to recall. of course the more he tries not to the more that's all he can think about, his gaze drawn down to her lips as she takes another drink and his throat drying up. when his eyes meet hers again, his expression is even brighter, eyes deep and dark as they transfix on her face. ]
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