[ he catches the movement of her hands, translating them as she bridges their gap. his heart swells with being heard for a change himself, nodding in acceptance of what she says. frank reaches out to put a heavy hand on her arm just above the crook of her elbow and meets her eyes, his own gaze wet and just about ready to overflow at a moment's notice. ]
Wanna share your notes?
[ frank asks gamely, accepting his own fuck-ups in tandem with her apology. he's still getting used to being a person someone might bother to apologize to. but the sooner he can break his habit of being the town doormat, the better. for all parties involved. he rubs at her arm once before pulling back, the percolator done doing its thing. he turns away from her and takes the time to fill a bowl of water for aretha who immediately appears to lap it up. then he glances back over his shoulder now that he's confident she's staying. ]
Black okay? [ he pulls down cups but will wait for her answer before he starts to pour. ]
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Wanna share your notes?
[ frank asks gamely, accepting his own fuck-ups in tandem with her apology. he's still getting used to being a person someone might bother to apologize to. but the sooner he can break his habit of being the town doormat, the better. for all parties involved. he rubs at her arm once before pulling back, the percolator done doing its thing. he turns away from her and takes the time to fill a bowl of water for aretha who immediately appears to lap it up. then he glances back over his shoulder now that he's confident she's staying. ]
Black okay? [ he pulls down cups but will wait for her answer before he starts to pour. ]