Worry and pity are two very different things, but Jessica so often confuses them that Frank isn't even vexed at her apparent annoyance. He always does or says something wrong when he's around her, it's the only constant he still has, and it's oddly comforting as much as he wishes he could just crush the last of the bad blood between them.

"An excuse to see you," he answers too honestly, cracking an eye open to watch her bang around the kitchen some more. He drops his head to rest on his hand so he doesn't have to look over his shoulder as much. "I could go for that water now."