Elektra takes a cue from Frank. She settles her weight into the bed, head resting against it soundly. On that same cue, she yanks most of the blankets towards her. His absence only made her blanket hogging tendencies worse. Her hand stays on his chest as her eyes close, needing that physical reminder of his presence. She smiles at him, big and endlessly fond which as always isn't easy for her. "I'd hope not. It's a good view."

They're together again. It feels amazing to joke and be human with anyone again much less Frank. "You owe me a year of sleep."