Frank's brows pitch, and he reaches after her, but his hand doesn't connect, dropping instead to his side, limp. He wants to tell her that's why he asked, why he wouldn't hurt her now, because he believes her, but does that even matter? Isn't he just as bad as her piece of shit ex, letting her think he was somebody she could trust for this long? Who is he trying to fool?

"Guess this is just me now," he answers under his breath, defeated. A killer, and the asshole who's making her cry now, too. He used to wonder if that would change, but he should have known better than to try.

"You're not in any danger now, not from me." Even if she doesn't believe anything else he's saying, he hopes she believes that. "But you don't need this shit."

Him, he means. The things he does, all the violence he brings wherever he goes. He shakes his head and turns to leave.