[ her breath is whiskey and her skin is sweat, and the acrid copper scent of the dust that seems to be everywhere in this godforsaken place coats the both of them thickly; but none of that registers to frank. she's soft and real and he shifts a little closer even when he knows he shouldn't, mirroring her movement so their opposite legs press too. the touch along his jaw has him leaning in, closer though there's no space left between their faces, his lips parting in an aborted gasp at the thumb that brushes his throat. she could so easily hurt him -- snap him even quicker and more silently than she had dispatched of kevin that second night. but he knows she wouldn't, not just because he might be someone she doesn't despise, but because she isn't like him. killing isn't inside her even after ending the same monster's life three times. it's that thought that has him pulling back in fractions, struggling to keep his breathing silent as the brunt of her presence crushes him by proximity alone.
after being so close he's already hyper aware of each inch between them, and it physically hurts to move away. but he can't sleep with her, as much as they both might want it now. to her maybe it's nothing, just taking comfort in another person's arms to escape how fucked up everything is for an hour or two. but for frank it could never be so cut and dried. slowly, regretfully, he shakes his head even while his gaze dances tellingly from her mouth and back up to her eyes. with the utmost reluctance he lifts his hands to ask her simply: ] Sleep?
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after being so close he's already hyper aware of each inch between them, and it physically hurts to move away. but he can't sleep with her, as much as they both might want it now. to her maybe it's nothing, just taking comfort in another person's arms to escape how fucked up everything is for an hour or two. but for frank it could never be so cut and dried. slowly, regretfully, he shakes his head even while his gaze dances tellingly from her mouth and back up to her eyes. with the utmost reluctance he lifts his hands to ask her simply: ] Sleep?