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[ the second he sees that blank look on her face, he knows he's overshared. frank is quick to dismiss her apology, reaching over to put his hand on the top of her thigh without moving his head from its loll against the back of the couch. his posture is downright lazy compared to the first time they met. he's comfortable here, next to her. ] Don't be. It's not on you.

[ he never even considered the possibility of being intimate with someone after maria, though he supposes that's part of moving on. isn't it? frank finds the tiniest smile from the depths of somewhere, squeezing her leg gently. ] I just wanted you to know