Jessica is keeping her distance and he thinks it's because some part of her remembers everything. He has to believe that anyway. His gaze follows her as she pushes the flowers closer, nodding as she ticks off things it isn't. After sparing a lame smile for her commentary, however brief.

"Wait. Wait, I know this." He touches her shoulder as if in farewell before taking a walk around the countertop and squinting at a moth as it lands on a candle, flitting its wings. That's it. "It's the bugs. Get them out of here while I make you some tea."

Frank snatches up the flowers and moves over to the stove to get it lit. He can't risk the moths affecting him just as he's remembered how to fix her. Though it is odd that the one flower that reminded him of her today is the one she needs to get better. Serendipity, or just another fucked up thing about this place. Either way.