You Can Cry All You Want To, I Don't Care

"Frank" I say softly and Franks whole body jerks in shock as he quickly turns to look my way, his hands coming up to wipe frantically at his cheeks. "Hey, you ready to go?" He asks, his voice rough and he's clearly trying to cover up what just happened. "Yeah, I'm ready" I say, deciding to do the kind thing and not mention his tears. I go to pick up both bags but Frank comes over and takes them from me, carrying them to the door and as we step out into the hallway I reach out and touch his wrist. "I can carry them Frank." "It's ok, I don't mind" he tells me, shooting me a small smile and I offer him back a weak smile as I say "At least let me carry one? I feel bad with you carrying it all." "Ok" he says, offering me the one with my art supplies, the lightest bag. We make our way down to the lobby where I check out and once we're back on the street we head back to the apartment. Once we get there I put the bags in the bedroom, not having enough time to unpack them right then before I say goodbye to Frank and head out again to go to my classes.

It's almost dark by the time I get home and when I walk inside I am greeted by Ian who is sitting at the table with Bert, both of them drinking a beer and eating pizza and I walk over and snatch Ian's beer, taking a large mouthful as he says "Hey." "Sharing is caring isn't it?" I say jokingly as I take another sip before handing it back and he smirks at me and shakes his head. "Punk" he mutters under his breath as I take the seat beside him, picking up a slice of pizza and I turn my head to look at him as I say "What did you just call me?" "You heard me, punk" he says before reaching out and digging his fingers into my side and I squirm away and start laughing, almost falling out of the chair and Ian laughs too as he grabs my arm and pulls me back towards him, saving me from falling and I turn my head to see Frank standing in the doorway with an unreadable expression on his face. "Hey" I greet him and he forces a clearly fake smile onto his face as he says "Hey, how were your classes?" "They were ok, what did you do this afternoon?" "Just worked on a new song." "Cool, can't wait to hear it." Frank smiles softly as he shrugs and says "It still needs some work so..." Trailing off and I turn to Ian and Bert and say "I'll see you guys later" before standing up and walking to the door, Frank stepping aside and I reach out and grab his hand, pulling him down the hallway behind me. Once we get into the bedroom I close the door and turn to face Frank, his forehead creased in confusion. "Are you ok?" I ask and he frowns further as he says "What do you...." "I saw you crying earlier and then the way you were just then, the clearly fake smile, are you ok?" "Not really" he says and I take his hand again, leading him to the bed and we settle on the bed sitting facing each other. "Talk to me." "No it's fine I just...." "Frank talk to me. As much as I am hurt right now I still love you and I still care and I won't let you suffer alone, talk to me." "You're so incredible" he says softly before saying "I'm fine, honestly I'm just having a bad afternoon." "You sure?" "Yeah, thanks Gee." Later that night when I'm ready to go to bed Frank is sitting at the desk hunched over his lyric book, still working on his song and I softly call out "I'm going to bed now." "Oh, ok I'll just..." He says as he starts to stand up but I say "No, you're working, don't let me stop you. You can stay there as long as you like." Frank turns to smile at me as I climb into bed and I shoot him a small smile back. "Thanks babe" he says as he sits back down and I drift off to sleep watching Frank work. I wake up a few hours later with the desk lamp still on and when my vision clears I see Frank still at the desk, slumped over asleep and I sigh softly as I drag myself out of bed and cross the room to him. "Frankie" I say softly as I shake his shoulder and a few seconds later he stirs and opens his eyes. "Oh, sorry" he slurs out when he realises where he is. "I'll go out to the couch." Earlier in the afternoon we agreed that Frank would be sleeping on the couch for a while but in the moment I feel bad sending him out there so I take his hand and help him up, pulling him back across the room with me, turning the lamp off on the way. Once we reach the bed I push Frank onto it, waiting for him to shift across before I climb in with him and I roll over so my back is to him, closing my eyes again and the last thing I register before I fall back to sleep is Frank whispering "I love you Gee."

Notes

So we're slowly getting closer to Frank attempting to win Gee over again.....big romantic gestures coming up

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