[ a sharp breath comes to his lips, but he holds it there, going slightly cross-eyed as she comes closer. her face touches his and her leg is a warm point of contact he didn't realize he'd been longing for until it's there. frank closes his eyes when she does, his longer lashes tickling the hollow of her cheek as he bows his head. he doesn't try to kiss her, just stays close, and his free hand skims across her arm, clamping on firmly like he needs them to be touching in as many ways as he can make happen right now. ] Jess... [ it's a sliver of a whisper, not any more than a breath, but there's no way he's pulling back to sign to her now. ]
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