[ the last person he wants to have to deal with any more of his shit is faith. slowly, stiltedly, he nods, but his eyes fix on hers. he should be the one asking. he can't help wondering if she hates him now. though it doesn't matter, it can't matter. frank doesn't have the luxury of caring if people like him.
he sits up and scrubs a hand over his face. it's good to have her around even if only for a shitty moment like this. frank gestures to the ground next to him if she wants to stay for a while. he'd like that, and his eyes are doing that pleading puppy thing he's so good at. ]
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he sits up and scrubs a hand over his face. it's good to have her around even if only for a shitty moment like this. frank gestures to the ground next to him if she wants to stay for a while. he'd like that, and his eyes are doing that pleading puppy thing he's so good at. ]