[ he expects to see her on the couch or even slouched back on the floor next to the bottle he'd left by the front doorway, but when his eyes find her neither place his pulse begins to pick up. where is she? what if-- her voice breaks through the nonsense, and his gaze finally settles on her, palpable relief settling over him like a shield. frank makes his way to her in quick strides, just as astounded by her ability to relax into his space. grateful, too. she looks almost sweet, curled up on his blanket like a lazy cat. ...is that his shirt? frank crouches down next to the mattress, tracing her features with his eyes as if committing them to memory all over again. ]
Time for Nap 2? [ he suggests in a murmur, realizing his mistake almost instantly. hey sleepyhead... there's plenty of time now that you're home. frank swallows, trying to shake himself from the dream, but it's gripping him. it shouldn't have this power over him when he isn't even asleep. he feels hot blood splatter his face and he's reaching out, getting a grip on jessica's arm to prove to himself she's alive. his heart pounds like hoofbeats on pavement as he lays himself down next to her, leaning in until their foreheads press. he doesn't dare shut his eyes for what he'll see behind them. ]
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Time for Nap 2? [ he suggests in a murmur, realizing his mistake almost instantly. hey sleepyhead... there's plenty of time now that you're home. frank swallows, trying to shake himself from the dream, but it's gripping him. it shouldn't have this power over him when he isn't even asleep. he feels hot blood splatter his face and he's reaching out, getting a grip on jessica's arm to prove to himself she's alive. his heart pounds like hoofbeats on pavement as he lays himself down next to her, leaning in until their foreheads press. he doesn't dare shut his eyes for what he'll see behind them. ]