Her words trigger a pleasant swoop of warmth through his body, thinking about holding her tight while they kiss by the fire. It's all very picturesque and honestly a little gross. Frank tries to bring himself back down to Earth as they come back up on the lake, his steps hugging it tight as if they could lose it even in the dark. A loud, piercing bark startles him out of the complacent calm he'd worked up to, and he drops Jessica's hand abruptly in anticipation of Rocky running after something in the night. The dog darts after something Frank can't see and it gets his heart going before he even starts after him, losing rational thought at the brief but paralyzing fear that something could happen to his dog. He ends up at a big tree between the water and the cabin, watching as Rocky tries to scramble up after a squirrel, still barking in an alarmed frenzy. Catching his breath as he realizes he panicked for nothing, he looks around him for Jess, not sure if he left her behind or if she ran alongside him the whole way, the tunnel vision brought on by his anxiety starting to fade away.

"Jesus," he murmurs to no one in particular, wondering if shit like this will ever stop setting him off.