[ he doesn't think it's stupid-sounding, especially when her hand secures his around her middle, more-or-less forcing him to walk as close as he can, holding her against him as they go. he's careful of her bare feet though, his boots and max's making up the difference in the sound her shoes aren't making.
frank reluctantly lets go of her to unlock the door from his communicator, but apparently he'd forgotten to lock it in all the excitement anyway and the door slides open for the three. he ducks inside, immediately going to remove max's boots and rub his doggy legs in sympathy before going to remove his own. ]
It's... Now, looking back, I think it was only a few hours. But at the time, it felt like it would never stop. [ he swallows, glad his face is turned down and away from her. how does he explain the weird psychosomatic trauma that lingered far after the physical pain ended? that he had to be alone to figure it out because he couldn't stand the thought of her hating herself for hurting him. ]
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frank reluctantly lets go of her to unlock the door from his communicator, but apparently he'd forgotten to lock it in all the excitement anyway and the door slides open for the three. he ducks inside, immediately going to remove max's boots and rub his doggy legs in sympathy before going to remove his own. ]
It's... Now, looking back, I think it was only a few hours. But at the time, it felt like it would never stop. [ he swallows, glad his face is turned down and away from her. how does he explain the weird psychosomatic trauma that lingered far after the physical pain ended? that he had to be alone to figure it out because he couldn't stand the thought of her hating herself for hurting him. ]