[ he pulls in another deep breath, ignoring the way it makes his lungs burn. he wishes he had time for a gulp of whiskey, but here goes literally nothing. he pushes himself to walk at her pace, eyes zeroing in on the tension in her frame and those deadly clenched fists. even now it's a struggle not to admire her, when the brunt of her aggression is placed squarely on his shoulders. but it doesn't make it easier no matter what he does and his head tips up to gauge how loud he can be, fat droplets of water catching in his eyelashes with the move. ]
I'm sorry. [ he should really start there because he is, for literally all of it. witnessing her murder, making her a sandwich, giving her his jacket, saving faith, saving kara. there's literally nothing he isn't sorry for, up to and including getting so wrapped up in every kid's life here that he's indistinguishable from the lot of them. but all of that is easily pushed aside for easily the worst offense. frank bites into his lip harshly and tries to think of the least dumb way to just blurt it out, because he doesn't have much air and she doesn't have any patience left, so he knows he has to be fast. ] I think I-- [ it's not a nebulous maybe anymore and he shoves the wording aside, knowing him being wishy-washy won't do them any favors. this is it. he's just going to say it. god, but he feels dumb. ]
I have feelings for you. [ and once it's out in the bluntness of day - he selfishly feels better. he doesn't have any delusions that he will for long, but he really wasn't sure he'd be able to say it. right now at least he doesn't have to worry about her rejection or ridicule. she's already livid so it isn't like he can make it worse (right???) and besides, a side of him would seriously welcome a laugh from her now. ]
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I'm sorry. [ he should really start there because he is, for literally all of it. witnessing her murder, making her a sandwich, giving her his jacket, saving faith, saving kara. there's literally nothing he isn't sorry for, up to and including getting so wrapped up in every kid's life here that he's indistinguishable from the lot of them. but all of that is easily pushed aside for easily the worst offense. frank bites into his lip harshly and tries to think of the least dumb way to just blurt it out, because he doesn't have much air and she doesn't have any patience left, so he knows he has to be fast. ] I think I-- [ it's not a nebulous maybe anymore and he shoves the wording aside, knowing him being wishy-washy won't do them any favors. this is it. he's just going to say it. god, but he feels dumb. ]
I have feelings for you. [ and once it's out in the bluntness of day - he selfishly feels better. he doesn't have any delusions that he will for long, but he really wasn't sure he'd be able to say it. right now at least he doesn't have to worry about her rejection or ridicule. she's already livid so it isn't like he can make it worse (right???) and besides, a side of him would seriously welcome a laugh from her now. ]