[The grey areas between them could paint a prison yard, but Frank knows better than to talk about them. When he got his psych evals, they always went on about verbal communication, but some things that happen-- words don't do shit to make them go away. So he doesn't ask. If she wants to talk, she will. She grants him the same courtesy, if that's what he could even call it.
Frank stays sprawled on the bed for a bit longer, watching Jess move in the dark. City lights leak through the blinds and highlights stripes of her bare skin. His fingertips tingle with the sensation of touching it all over again, smooth and scarless compared to his. When she speaks, Frank snaps back to the present, and finally climbs out of the bed.]
Yes, ma'am.
[With Jess, that address stays dry, but not quite sarcastic. Frank slips back into his jeans and doesn't bother to button them. By the time he reaches the door, he can already hear the skitter of nails on the hardwood floor, and Max is there to greet him when he opens it. His lips twitch upwards for a moment, and he reaches down to scratch the dog's head.]
C'mon, boy. [This bastard has too much patience with the both of them, Frank thinks, as he heads in the direction of the coffeemaker.]
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Frank stays sprawled on the bed for a bit longer, watching Jess move in the dark. City lights leak through the blinds and highlights stripes of her bare skin. His fingertips tingle with the sensation of touching it all over again, smooth and scarless compared to his. When she speaks, Frank snaps back to the present, and finally climbs out of the bed.]
Yes, ma'am.
[With Jess, that address stays dry, but not quite sarcastic. Frank slips back into his jeans and doesn't bother to button them. By the time he reaches the door, he can already hear the skitter of nails on the hardwood floor, and Max is there to greet him when he opens it. His lips twitch upwards for a moment, and he reaches down to scratch the dog's head.]
C'mon, boy. [This bastard has too much patience with the both of them, Frank thinks, as he heads in the direction of the coffeemaker.]