It's true, it took him a long time to talk with Clara about his family, especially Maria. But that had more to do with guarding his late wife's memory than anything. He still has this irrational fear that he'll forget her; that Clara's face will take her place in his dreams. As he'd gotten to know Clara, however, the two women's personalities were so diametrically opposed that voice became more than quiet enough to ignore and even quash. For similar reasons, once he gets talking about his kids it's hard to stop. He's overwhelmed for a moment when Clara pats the bed like Lisa used to, beckoning her daddy to her side to snuggle up as they watched this very film.

He fixes her with a stare that's dark and doughy as he slowly nods, carefully clambering onto the mattress from the bottom so as not to disturb Clara's injuries. Frank settles onto his pillow and places one hand on his tummy before holding out the other for her to hand him his coffee.

"Can't remember how long it's been since I watched this, you know." Which is to say he'll probably shed a tear himself. One side of his mouth hitches up as he watches Clara out of the corner of one eye while the other fixes on the screen.