[ he's as much afraid of the same result if she falls back asleep, or worse: that it will be his turn to spiral out and she'll have to take care of him. that is if she even wants to. frank knows how tired she is of saving everyone, she's earned the rest. he shifts onto his back in an invitation for her to use him as a pillow, an almost-audible sigh leaving his lips when the shift earns another tug to his scalp. he can't think of her that way, not with her so close; and not at all. not when he knows what she's been through. he can live in denial as long as she's (relative term) okay.
frank closes his eyes though no part of him is sleepy anymore. he merely longs for the blackness in the same way that she does -- a reprieve from his thoughts and fears for even two hours would be heaven. instead he's obnoxiously present in this moment, his fingers rubbing firmly down her arm now as he buries his face in her hair. he has no concern for how much they both need showers now, since those had been a pipedream months ago and long since forgotten anyway. his being near her is compulsory now, winding a calf around hers to anchor them both here. ]
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frank closes his eyes though no part of him is sleepy anymore. he merely longs for the blackness in the same way that she does -- a reprieve from his thoughts and fears for even two hours would be heaven. instead he's obnoxiously present in this moment, his fingers rubbing firmly down her arm now as he buries his face in her hair. he has no concern for how much they both need showers now, since those had been a pipedream months ago and long since forgotten anyway. his being near her is compulsory now, winding a calf around hers to anchor them both here. ]