Immediately, his eyes go wide when she steals his coffee and he puts a hand out towards her without taking his eyes off the road. "Hey, hey, what do you think you're doin', huh?" If she didn't know better (which of course, she does) she might think he were actually upset at the swipe, but he's doing a good job pretending, for him anyway. "How'd you even know what's in that, could've been anything." No, it couldn't have.

His hand connects with her free wrist over Rocky's head and Frank turns to her quickly just as he rolls to a stop sign. He leans over to take his kiss, finding it earned now as he licks the bitter taste from her lips even as he pulls back and faces forward again. He made it a little weaker today, which might be a coincidence.

"We're really doing this, ain't we?" Running away. It feels more like running towards something if he's honest. His hand goes back to his lap, only ever driving with one of his giant mitts. He already can't wait to leave the city behind.