It clicks, Frank hates it but it starts to make sense what they're talking about. Even Aurora, always hyper, does eventually give up and lay at Jessica's feet instead and he knows his assumption must be correct, especially after watching Elena kill herself. He swallows, but turns towards them fully now, knowing he'll have to wade into this conversation one way or another. He clutches his coffee to his chest and lets out a shuddering breath.

"She's right. This isn't on you, sweetheart." It's soft as his gaze lights on hers, concern easily overtaking the hurt and confusion of a moment ago.