[ predictably, frank hates it when she puts the ball in his court. but she'd followed him here, she trusts him, at least in some minute way. otherwise she wouldn't have asked him to take her away from reims at all. but reconciling all of that with this moment is easier said than done. frank tips forward a few inches, gaze darting from those full lips and back up to her eyes, back and forth like ping pong. she looks as tired as he feels, but there's something about that that's appealing too. like they could somehow find what they needed in each other rather than sleep. he remembers acutely falling asleep on her so many weeks ago now, how she had rescued him from his nightmares. he lets out a shallow breath, his eyes searching hers each time they flicker back up her face, and his hand darts out, reaching forward until long fingers can curl around her knee. ]
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