[ focusing on the song to say nothing of the actual noise of it keeps him from listening for every movement she makes. she's survived over thirty years without him listening to her shower, he thinks she can manage another twenty minutes. he turns himself off and gives into the music. he isn't thinking about teaching lisa to play or even micro's reaction the first time he played for him either. he's thinking of jessica jones, in all of her many iterations. the jessica who asked him how he slept, the jessica who told him to go home, the jessica who told him she wanted this. and finally, mercifully, the jessica who had laid in his arms miserable and hungover and told him to wake her up before the nightmares claimed them both.
he's so swept up, he doesn't register the sound of the door until she's there. he gives one last strum and thwaps the flat of his hand against the soundhole in finality. first john mayer, now jack johnson. well, as long as he's touring in all 50 states, right? ] I always thought I was more of an Axel Rose.
[ he shrugs, getting up to put the taylor away since she had all but forbidden him from serenading her last time. and he really does want that shower now, feeling the greasy morning settle over him in a film. he also wants to get outside at some point... but the weather isn't letting up yet so he'll have plenty of time for that later probably.
frank digs through his clothes for fresh jeans, underwear and a t-shirt before grabbing up his coffee and making his way through her. his gaze flits over her damp image, another one of those impossibly soft looks legible across his face. he ducks his head and smiles as he passes her, just barely resisting the urge to lean in for a kiss. he thinks if he starts kissing her, his shower might never happen.
he slips into the bathroom and toes the door closed, taking a long drink and throwing his stuff on the top of the toilet tank, not trusting the lid yet until he gets in here to clean. he turns the water to scalding and gets himself a towel, not hesitating to strip out of his clothes and climb under the spray with the temperature still rising. expedient as ever, frank runs the soap cursorily over his body and hair, hitting his face briefly with a razor before leaning in to just soak up some of the heat. as much as he might otherwise be tempted to linger, the thought of jessica in his apartment at large waiting for him is enough of a reason to be quick.
the whole thing takes barely fifteen minutes and then he's stumbling out to grab his towel, the water finally loosening up his joints from the way they'd been locked overnight. drying himself without much worry for accuracy he puts on his fresh clothes: bluer jeans over boxer briefs and a plain black t-shirt, giving himself a sigh in the steamed over mirror as he makes the effort to brush his teeth and wash his face with more than just bar soap. he hangs up his towel and throws his clothes in the tiny hamper by the closet before wobbling his way out into the much cooler apartment, steam following behind him like an effect, to find out with no shortage of curiosity where jess had ended up. ]
um HALE YEA who do you take me for huh
he's so swept up, he doesn't register the sound of the door until she's there. he gives one last strum and thwaps the flat of his hand against the soundhole in finality. first john mayer, now jack johnson. well, as long as he's touring in all 50 states, right? ] I always thought I was more of an Axel Rose.
[ he shrugs, getting up to put the taylor away since she had all but forbidden him from serenading her last time. and he really does want that shower now, feeling the greasy morning settle over him in a film. he also wants to get outside at some point... but the weather isn't letting up yet so he'll have plenty of time for that later probably.
frank digs through his clothes for fresh jeans, underwear and a t-shirt before grabbing up his coffee and making his way through her. his gaze flits over her damp image, another one of those impossibly soft looks legible across his face. he ducks his head and smiles as he passes her, just barely resisting the urge to lean in for a kiss. he thinks if he starts kissing her, his shower might never happen.
he slips into the bathroom and toes the door closed, taking a long drink and throwing his stuff on the top of the toilet tank, not trusting the lid yet until he gets in here to clean. he turns the water to scalding and gets himself a towel, not hesitating to strip out of his clothes and climb under the spray with the temperature still rising. expedient as ever, frank runs the soap cursorily over his body and hair, hitting his face briefly with a razor before leaning in to just soak up some of the heat. as much as he might otherwise be tempted to linger, the thought of jessica in his apartment at large waiting for him is enough of a reason to be quick.
the whole thing takes barely fifteen minutes and then he's stumbling out to grab his towel, the water finally loosening up his joints from the way they'd been locked overnight. drying himself without much worry for accuracy he puts on his fresh clothes: bluer jeans over boxer briefs and a plain black t-shirt, giving himself a sigh in the steamed over mirror as he makes the effort to brush his teeth and wash his face with more than just bar soap. he hangs up his towel and throws his clothes in the tiny hamper by the closet before wobbling his way out into the much cooler apartment, steam following behind him like an effect, to find out with no shortage of curiosity where jess had ended up. ]