[ he echoes her gasp with a tiny, helpless exhale. her hands are tiny and warm and perfect against his face and it's all he can do not to lean into the contact -- but she's pulling away just as quick, and he's nodding stiltedly right after. frank shoves the hat into his pocket when he realizes he's still hanging onto it, then is bowled over all over again when she takes his hand. there's a lot going through his head right now (for a change) and he's not sure he likes it.
but it isn't any struggle to get him to follow and then they're in her kitchen watching tea leaves steep. except he isn't watching the tea at all but her, perched on the counter in her pjs with a smile just for him. he doesn't want to think about maria now, but it's almost impossible not to -- stolen nighttime and morning moments before the kids were up or after they were asleep. he swallows and looks away. ]
No. Me either. [ he scuffs a boot against the floor idly as he waits for her to tell him it's ready. ]
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but it isn't any struggle to get him to follow and then they're in her kitchen watching tea leaves steep. except he isn't watching the tea at all but her, perched on the counter in her pjs with a smile just for him. he doesn't want to think about maria now, but it's almost impossible not to -- stolen nighttime and morning moments before the kids were up or after they were asleep. he swallows and looks away. ]
No. Me either. [ he scuffs a boot against the floor idly as he waits for her to tell him it's ready. ]