If that isn't a loaded question to end all others - Frank swallows, crossing his arms loosely in front of him, still holding his cup but now looking anywhere but at Jessica's face. She would say she killed him and he would argue and round and round in circles they'd go. But the truth is, it's fact they weren't excellent to each other, not opinion.
"Yeah," he replies after a long pause, the word ringing numb all the way up his throat. He tries to swallow past it and gets the taste of stale moonshine back for his troubles. "But I think we're getting better. We're trying to be... friends again."
That's his interpretation anyway, and right now he has the luxury of her not being able to contradict him. Making a decision, he unfolds his arms and moves back over to sit by her again. Somehow, it lightens the load on his heart by her proximity alone.
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"Yeah," he replies after a long pause, the word ringing numb all the way up his throat. He tries to swallow past it and gets the taste of stale moonshine back for his troubles. "But I think we're getting better. We're trying to be... friends again."
That's his interpretation anyway, and right now he has the luxury of her not being able to contradict him. Making a decision, he unfolds his arms and moves back over to sit by her again. Somehow, it lightens the load on his heart by her proximity alone.
"Does it taste horrible?" The tea, he means.