It can be both, and often is with Jessica. He checks his watch to make sure Kamala hasn't sent him anything, but she's at the party still he could bet. And the dogs are well fed until she gets back. He approaches the door, still not entirely sure what he's going to do until he's there. Frank looks back at her and makes his decision, closing it with his feet firmly planted inside the house. This is a mistake, it always is, and yet it's one he'd make over and over again. He leaves the windows alone for now, save the one right in front of her which he closes, grabbing up a blanket to lay over her on the couch instead.
Fussing is one word for it, brushing her hair back from her face and wishing he could give her blissful, empty sleep the way she surely had when the moths were head of the household. Before he can stop himself, he leans down to press the softest kiss against her brow. A quiet reminder that he's here if she needs him, he supposes, though as ever he should have taken the out when it was presented as an option.
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Fussing is one word for it, brushing her hair back from her face and wishing he could give her blissful, empty sleep the way she surely had when the moths were head of the household. Before he can stop himself, he leans down to press the softest kiss against her brow. A quiet reminder that he's here if she needs him, he supposes, though as ever he should have taken the out when it was presented as an option.