Where's your heart?

A week later Frank is starting to heal, most of the cuts and bruises that litter his face and arm healed but his eye remains a sickly shade of black and the large gash on his arm has scabbed over enough that he doesn't need the bandage anymore. The doctor gives him another checkup and tells him that he's fine, his cuts and bruises healing well and after we leave the hospital Frank says "So I should probably get my stuff and head home," both of us having gone to his place during the week to get him some of his own stuff and I feel my heart sink a little as I nod, having kinda forgotten Frank has this whole other place without me. We make it back to my house and when we go inside Frank wanders around collecting all his stuff up again and when he's ready he comes into the kitchen where I'm sitting at the table staring into space, unable to watch him remove all his belongings like he was never even here. "I really appreciate you letting me stay" he tells me and I nod but don't turn to look at him and I feel his warm hand touch my back right before his lips press a soft kiss to my hair. "Is everything ok?" He asks and I breathe out deeply before turning my head to look up at him. "I don't want you to go" I tell him, my honesty shocking both of us and Franks eyes widen before his brows pull together in a slight frown as he says "Gee I know, I feel that way too but if I don't go now I don't think I'll end up going at all and we're not ready for that." I blink hard, inhaling deeply as I try so hard to hold back the tears that want to fall as my mind screams at me that I am but I say nothing, nodding as I look up at him again and he smiles sadly as he pulls me to stand with him, wrapping his arms around me as he whispers in my ear "Aren't you sick of me by now?" I shake my head, clenching my hands in the back of his shirt as I softly say "I don't think I ever could be."

An hour later Frank has gone home and I wander around the house, going from room to room aimlessly and I pause as a memory from the last week and a bit replay in my mind as I go, my mouth pulling into a smile while my heart thuds painfully. The rest of my afternoon passes slowly and at around 9.30 I climb into bed, exhausted and upset and I wrap myself in the sheets, burying my face in Franks pillow and inhaling his scent as I allow myself to pass out, a single tear rolling down my cheek as I drift off. I'm woken a few hours later by my phone ringing and when I pick it up I vaguely register that it's 2 in the morning and I hit answer, bringing it to my ear as I croak out "Hello?" and Franks voice says "So I never really realised how cold and empty my apartment feels, like it's full of my stuff but it just doesn't feel right, like there's something missing and....." "Do you want to come over?" I ask, my free hand coming up to rub at my eyes and Frank chuckles softly and says "Yeah I'm at the door come let me in." I smile wide as I hang up the phone, tossing it back onto the bedside table as I throw the covers back and stumble from the room, making my way down the hall in the dark and when I reach the front door I fling it open, my hands reaching out for Frank as he reaches for me and suddenly I'm crushed to his chest, my face buried in his neck as my arms wrap around him and he guides us back inside, kicking the door shut behind him before his hand comes up and guides my head up, his tilting down and his lips move against mine, kissing me soft and slow as my sleep fogged brain slowly catches up and I start to kiss back, stumbling backwards as I lead him towards the bedroom.

The next morning I wake up in Franks arms, my face buried in his neck and when I roll back a little I see his eyes are already open, a lazy smile spread across them as he turns his gaze to meet my eyes. "Morning" he greets me, one hand coming up to cup my cheek and I let my eyes slip closed again for a moment as I push into his touch. "Morning" I reply, forcing my eyes open again and Franks smile drops a little, his face turning serious as he says "Thanks for letting me stay last night." "Frank, I think we need to talk" I tell him, sitting up and shuffling back against the headboard and Frank sits too, his bottom lip catching between his teeth and he frowns a little as he says "What about?" "This last week, I really liked having you around and I know that might seem weird considering the circumstances and I wish it hadn't been because you were hurt but I'm just glad you were here with me and I felt so at ease all the time and I can't ever remember feeling that way and when you went home yesterday it felt like you took all the happiness and carefreeness with you and I guess what I'm trying to say is I know we haven't been together all that long and I know we're still kinda getting to know each other but I don't want you to leave again." Frank sighs softly before saying "Babe I know how you feel but I can't just....I mean what would I do with my apartment and my....." "Move in here with me. There's plenty of room and...." I trail off, finally meeting Franks eye again and I can see the hesitation in them and I shake my head as I slide off the side of the bed to stand, running my hand through my hair as I say "It was just a silly idea and....don't worry about..." "No Gee, can I just have some time to think about it?" Frank asks, his voice sounding strained and I nod as I turn to face him again before I start walking across the room, telling Frank I need a shower before I escape into the bathroom, feeling like I got hit by a truck, my chest tight and making it hard to breathe as I can't believe I just put myself out there like that.

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