Ohh my god. Jess rolls her eyes and leaves them to their journey. Frank will probably have some sappy shit to say for a goodnight. Plenty of time for her to put away the dry dishes, rinse out her cup and the teapot, wash them and set them to dry in turn. A dog or two watches her half-heartedly from the hallway as she abandons the kitchen for the bathroom, using the toilet then the sink. It seems unable to sleep while she's up and about, staring bleary-eyed at her under heavy lids. She can hear it gives a huge sigh when she retreats into her room to take her pants off. Typically her last step before crashing. It feels borderline optimistic to go putting another pair but she'll do it, on the off-chance whatever happens happens. It's not like he can't change his mind and he's not as high now as he was then.