[ having her this close in any capacity is an unwelcome reminder that he always wants her near him. that he'd do anything for her. at least in this moment he feels like he's doing something to make her feel a little less alone, like her existence in this place might be less futile the harder she holds on. a silent hiss passes through frank's lips at the grip on his hair, and he wonders when it became long enough for her to tug that way. he decides then that he doesn't hate it.
as she shakes he stills even more, her shelter in the storm or at the very least an attempt is made. he strokes back her hair and rubs calloused thumbs against her temples, trying to stave off the headache he knows is already gripping her. their bodies press and mingle now in a way that certainly isn't wholesome, but he can't be brought to care, not when she's using him in a way he can actually deliver on. words are still chasing around his head, words he wishes he could spill into her ear, but she's already making too much noise for it to be safe. he focuses on being her buffer instead, muffling every cry and scream with the tough brunt of his hide. and when she begins to relax at long last, frank ducks his head to kiss the side of her face tenderly, tasting salt in three measures from her sweat and tears, but of course also from that omnipresent dust he wishes he could forget even as it threatens to permeate his lungs and extract a cough even now. ]
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as she shakes he stills even more, her shelter in the storm or at the very least an attempt is made. he strokes back her hair and rubs calloused thumbs against her temples, trying to stave off the headache he knows is already gripping her. their bodies press and mingle now in a way that certainly isn't wholesome, but he can't be brought to care, not when she's using him in a way he can actually deliver on. words are still chasing around his head, words he wishes he could spill into her ear, but she's already making too much noise for it to be safe. he focuses on being her buffer instead, muffling every cry and scream with the tough brunt of his hide. and when she begins to relax at long last, frank ducks his head to kiss the side of her face tenderly, tasting salt in three measures from her sweat and tears, but of course also from that omnipresent dust he wishes he could forget even as it threatens to permeate his lungs and extract a cough even now. ]