His lips quiver against hers, leaning fully into the line of her body as they kiss. It feels so good to empty his head of thoughts, letting the wind carry any insecurities he might still hold far away even as the contact winds down. A bit of a dreamy expression clings to his features as they start back towards the house and it's Frank who reaches out for her hand this time, glancing back at Rocky though he can hear paws dutifully crunching leaves just behind them.

Usually, he would stay silent here. Not just because of their back-to-back prison sentences that encouraged quiet above all else; but also because he feels like every time he opens his mouth something drops out Jessica might not want to face. It's not like he doesn't understand where she's coming from either. He feels emboldened by their isolation, however, and the peace that seems to have settled deeply into his frame, wringing some of the permanent tension he carries out and leaving him subtly softer as a result.

"Jess..." he starts, so quiet at first the wind steals the word so that if they weren't so close she might not have realized he'd said anything at all. Frank swallows, any sappy observation he may have shared falling away. Similarly, he's afraid to voice those things, preferring to hold them close to his chest as if by hoarding them in secret it protects the notion of them. "What do you wanna do when we get back?" If there's a bit of color still staining his cheeks, he'll blame the weather.