[ when it's finally time to let go, he offers a watery smile in solidarity. it's as lame as all the rest, even as he reaches into his pocket for the whiskey he'd stashed and takes a long, satisfying pull. they were supposed to be shirking responsibility and instead what do they do? frank walks too close, their elbows knocking even as he gets the flask shut before he can spill the precious liquid. frank eventually does wander off the path to take that piss before hooking back up with her on the way back to the tent. it's a real downpour now, and yet the simple little structure looks warm and inviting.
frank ducks inside and starts stripping, taking off his boots and rescuing his liquor from his pocket before getting started on the rest. it feels so nice to be rid of wet clothes he doesn't think about anything else until everything's lying in a neat pile by his boots. he picks his bottle up and lays down on top of their blankets, waiting for her to join him as the bedclothes soak up excess water from his bare skin. it's easy to sink back into silence even with the rain just outside. suddenly he's exhausted, taking a lazy sip as he meets her eyes from across the scant space. ]
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frank ducks inside and starts stripping, taking off his boots and rescuing his liquor from his pocket before getting started on the rest. it feels so nice to be rid of wet clothes he doesn't think about anything else until everything's lying in a neat pile by his boots. he picks his bottle up and lays down on top of their blankets, waiting for her to join him as the bedclothes soak up excess water from his bare skin. it's easy to sink back into silence even with the rain just outside. suddenly he's exhausted, taking a lazy sip as he meets her eyes from across the scant space. ]