[ he spots her, surprised that she's in her pajamas already, though... he can't say he minds the view. frank chews on the inside of his lip as he strides over to her desk. the alarm she set is just as unexpected, and he gives her a disarmed look, a little wide-eyed and a lot bemused. ]

Old habits die hard, I guess. [ a gruff admittance as he tips his head to the side and tries to push down his nerves. he thinks it's super cute that she set an alarm, and that she got pen on her face. this is already hard, especially when she says this woman. how does he tell her he made a mistake? he had meant to send the message to a friend but apparently had her on the brain. fucking genius. and yet it got him what he needed: the knowledge that she likes him back. which he's currently panicking over what to even do with. ]

Uh. Yeah... My friend keeps trying to get me into tea, but he likes those ones that taste like grass. [ he kneads the hat between both hands now, watching her. ]