[ he makes a motion to the dog and max lays down while frank bursts forward another step, only to stop at the other side of the table. he sets his whiskey down on the surface since he definitely doesn't need any more right now, but seeing her drink is somehow comforting -- or at the very least familiar. this should be good, right? this means they have the upperhand whatever happens next. then her words slowly register and he swallows dryly. survival. that's the name of the game here, right? well, that's not good enough for frank. ] I know. [ he manages to say belatedly, shaking his head. ] I get that, I do. But... I need you to believe it. [ because without her there's no next step. ] This is real, Jess. You really did this.
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