[ he closes his eyes when she leans into him, heavy arms draping across her back to keep her as close as she wants to be. it's difficult and simple in almost equal measure, remembering the shape of maria pressed against him, but claire's differences stand out. the scent of sweat and fear is something frank understands too, slotting his cheek in against hers without allowing himself to think about it. his heartbeat drums out its steady beat against her chest and he tries to clear his mind, trying to be present for her if there's nothing else he can do. ]
Don't. [ thank him. recognizing this as a favor or the return of one twists the knife in his guts. that isn't why he's helping her, and he knows it. ]
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Don't. [ thank him. recognizing this as a favor or the return of one twists the knife in his guts. that isn't why he's helping her, and he knows it. ]