[ frank definitely isn't looking for any type of apology, and he's certainly not trying to rush into anything. they're both hopelessly broken, but as he'd said last night, was it really so terrible to seak comfort in someone who understood? someone they didn't have to pretend for. the kiss is more welcome than words could ever be, and he sinks into it like a drowning man, one large hand coming up to cup her face.
just as before, this is the only time where the comparisons float away and he's left with them. he and jess and whatever is between them. it doesn't matter how far they take this, today, now; or even in the long run. as long as frank gets to keep her for as long as he can, he convinces himself he'll be content. maybe even happy again, for a short time. she tastes much less like whiskey and much more like that unidentified seasoning that is only her. he deepens the kiss just to get more of her on his tongue, needing thoughts of her to surround him now to accompany the feelings. ]
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just as before, this is the only time where the comparisons float away and he's left with them. he and jess and whatever is between them. it doesn't matter how far they take this, today, now; or even in the long run. as long as frank gets to keep her for as long as he can, he convinces himself he'll be content. maybe even happy again, for a short time. she tastes much less like whiskey and much more like that unidentified seasoning that is only her. he deepens the kiss just to get more of her on his tongue, needing thoughts of her to surround him now to accompany the feelings. ]