Frank's bicep jumps under her touch, and when he looks up his eyes crash into hers all over again. He hates how vulnerable he must look, less for himself and more because he knows it will make her uncomfortable, but he doesn't move away. Instead, he shifts closer, his free hand coming up to gently trace her cheek as his fingers settle gently on her throat.

"Just... tell me if you want me to stay or go. I don't have the energy to guess anymore."