"Can't I?" he teases, but it isn't as though they have very many opportunities to fall asleep watching a film like an old married couple. Something about it feels almost indulgent to Frank. "She always wanted to watch Fox and the Hound, my Lisa."

The bemusement falls at the way she breaths in sharp, frowning like a loyal hound that isn't quite sure what to do for her.

"I'll set it up." Frank moves to set his coffee next to her tea and places the softest of kisses at the front of her hairline. Then he's gone again to find the VHS he'd secreted away from his house before burning it to the ground.