[ frank drifts off not long after lying down and though he had been aware of her shifting in his lighter consciousness it hadn't deterred him from slipping further under. with her near, his own nightmares seem to have taken the night off and he falls into a deep, healing sleep. something he's needed for - well, probably his entire stay in reims. in some distant way, he can feel as they edge closer to morning, and he finds himself leaning closer to her as he slowly comes to. it takes him a while to realize anything is amiss, blissfully dozing on until she starts patting the blanket next to him, jarring enough that it gets him to pry heavy eyelids open. he still wants to sleep for a year at least, but he lazily turns her way instead, trying to suss out what's happening without full brain function. there's a tiny start in his gaze when he realizes it's jess next to him and not maria, but then the rest catches up without incident. it's what she's doing now that's truly worrisome.
his hand darts out to wrap gently around her wrist, confusion writ over his expression as jess remains lost in something he hopes to drag her out of. he looks around the tent to make sure he hasn't missed something, but everything is exactly the way they left it the night before. it's only as his gaze becomes more heavy and lucid and true wakefulness begins to grip him that frank starts to put it together. jess had a dream, she's still stuck. it spurs him into action, sitting up as well as he can in the cramped space and leaning in until he can meet her eyes. concern is plain on his face as his thumb rubs over the pulse point of her wrist in a way he hopes is soothing. it's harder than he thought it would be to help someone this way without words. he keeps opening his mouth and shutting it again when all he wants to do is tell her she's okay. ]
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his hand darts out to wrap gently around her wrist, confusion writ over his expression as jess remains lost in something he hopes to drag her out of. he looks around the tent to make sure he hasn't missed something, but everything is exactly the way they left it the night before. it's only as his gaze becomes more heavy and lucid and true wakefulness begins to grip him that frank starts to put it together. jess had a dream, she's still stuck. it spurs him into action, sitting up as well as he can in the cramped space and leaning in until he can meet her eyes. concern is plain on his face as his thumb rubs over the pulse point of her wrist in a way he hopes is soothing. it's harder than he thought it would be to help someone this way without words. he keeps opening his mouth and shutting it again when all he wants to do is tell her she's okay. ]