He doesn't startle or move away from her hand, though it's noticeable the way he doesn't lean into the touch either.

"I thought you were hungry," he teases even though his heart clearly isn't in it. Frank levels her with a look he means to be gentle, but ends up being bludgeoning instead. "Go on, eat, then we'll shower."

He pulls his hand away to pick up his sandwich and take a first bite, smiling softly at her to show his approval. She has given him tasks to focus on which helps, but that won't keep his mind from wandering to the men he had to leave behind. They won't get off nearly as easy as their companions.