[ he glances up from his stooped position, eyes only just barely reaching her face when she speaks up. frank doesn't try to interrupt, just waits her out with a careful patience. the question doesn't surprise him as much as it possibly should, though the source of it is another story. she had asked him here, though, and not anyone else. for whatever reason, claire feels safe with him though he's possibly the last person she should trust. or maybe not -- he would kill for her. matt wouldn't. luke wouldn't. frank might not have superpowers like they do, but what he lacks in enhanced senses and strength he more than makes up for in pure fiery tenacity and a stern refusal to die.
frank gets up in a sudden move on the tail of her inquiry, not realizing how she might misconstrue it as rejection. it won't take long for her to figure out that isn't the case, however, as he starts unencumbering himself of his many vestiges. first goes the .45 caliber pistol that he unstraps from his ankle, checking the safety before unloading it onto her bedside table. next, with a bit of hesitation, is the kabar from around his waist he had had out only moments earlier. he then sits in the chair by her bed to unlace and strip off his boots, leaving his jacket there as well. the entire process takes maybe 10 seconds.
she gets a look then, a silent confirmation of her certainty. he seems to find what he needs in her skittering gaze, because then he's slipping onto the bed, scooting in from the edge until he can hold out his arms for her to crawl inside them. if this is weird or uncomfortable, he doesn't let on, only hoping she doesn't come to regret this in the sanitizing power of daylight. ]
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frank gets up in a sudden move on the tail of her inquiry, not realizing how she might misconstrue it as rejection. it won't take long for her to figure out that isn't the case, however, as he starts unencumbering himself of his many vestiges. first goes the .45 caliber pistol that he unstraps from his ankle, checking the safety before unloading it onto her bedside table. next, with a bit of hesitation, is the kabar from around his waist he had had out only moments earlier. he then sits in the chair by her bed to unlace and strip off his boots, leaving his jacket there as well. the entire process takes maybe 10 seconds.
she gets a look then, a silent confirmation of her certainty. he seems to find what he needs in her skittering gaze, because then he's slipping onto the bed, scooting in from the edge until he can hold out his arms for her to crawl inside them. if this is weird or uncomfortable, he doesn't let on, only hoping she doesn't come to regret this in the sanitizing power of daylight. ]