[ he meant the text, and now he feels even sillier, feeling more tightness in his chest break up at that. she'll wait for him. it's... romantic in a fucked up way only his life can be. frank shakes his head, and if he'd known her inner commentary he would vow to get her space flowers -- anything she wanted. that's always been who he is, stopping at nothing to take care of those closest to him.
and yet he failed when it counted, to save his family. she couldn't save danny. life, unfortunately, moves on. and on and on and on.
grateful for the kiss as something to anchor himself in lest his thoughts spiral out completely, frank kisses back softly, shutting his eyes and reveling in their closeness. just a few more moments, he doesn't want to leave yet. not when there's nothing waiting for him out there. not when his whole world is now decisively in this room. her words startle him, having already forgotten he'd asked the question. a sharp inhale and a skip of his heartbeat betray how jumpy he really is. how terrified to lose this.
peonies. of course. maria's favorite. sarah's favorite. what a curse. it's a good thing she hadn't come over to his motel and seen the wilting peonies in his kitchen. frank has to look away, though he's still smiling. he just doesn't want her to see the sadness trapped in his gaze. ] I'm an old-fashioned kinda guy that way. [ a repetition, something he had said to karen. but then it was a joke. now it isn't -- not even a little. he wants to bring her flowers and cook her dinner and have the long, slow courting neither of them had ever had time for before with anyone else.
slowly his gaze shifts back up, his smile more insistent now. though it's really only the dull reflection of one in the end. ] What happened to me being too old to play the long game? [ a tease, returning to her words from earlier to lighten the mood. he knows she had been joking, they both do that. lame jokes and deflections to hide how they're really feeling. his fingers idly play with the strap of her tanktop as he watches her now. ]
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and yet he failed when it counted, to save his family. she couldn't save danny. life, unfortunately, moves on. and on and on and on.
grateful for the kiss as something to anchor himself in lest his thoughts spiral out completely, frank kisses back softly, shutting his eyes and reveling in their closeness. just a few more moments, he doesn't want to leave yet. not when there's nothing waiting for him out there. not when his whole world is now decisively in this room. her words startle him, having already forgotten he'd asked the question. a sharp inhale and a skip of his heartbeat betray how jumpy he really is. how terrified to lose this.
peonies. of course. maria's favorite. sarah's favorite. what a curse. it's a good thing she hadn't come over to his motel and seen the wilting peonies in his kitchen. frank has to look away, though he's still smiling. he just doesn't want her to see the sadness trapped in his gaze. ] I'm an old-fashioned kinda guy that way. [ a repetition, something he had said to karen. but then it was a joke. now it isn't -- not even a little. he wants to bring her flowers and cook her dinner and have the long, slow courting neither of them had ever had time for before with anyone else.
slowly his gaze shifts back up, his smile more insistent now. though it's really only the dull reflection of one in the end. ] What happened to me being too old to play the long game? [ a tease, returning to her words from earlier to lighten the mood. he knows she had been joking, they both do that. lame jokes and deflections to hide how they're really feeling. his fingers idly play with the strap of her tanktop as he watches her now. ]