He can't look at Jess now though he doesn't have to - he already knows the expression she's wearing because it's the same she always wears when she's pissed at him. Aka usually. He isn't any happier about the question Kamala turns his way, but still he knows he has to address it, and quickly. Frank gets up off his chair and deposits the coffee cup carelessly to the coffee table before stooping down in front of her so they're at eye-level.

"I could never hate you, Kamala." His gaze is steady and even for a change, no sense of his usual instability in sight. This is true dad-mode. He shakes his head and manages to hold it together long enough to tack on, "You have nothing to be sorry for, okay? You're safe, that's all that matters now."