Frank nods, accepting her gratitude on its face. His eyes widen a little when she gets up first, sliding up until they can meet hers, and he swallows.

"You have no idea," he admits dryly. He wishes he were better at ignoring the needs of others. He's supposed to be learning how to be a little selfish here, but some things are just hard-wired. He gets up too after a moment, hand brushing her arm as he reaches for her plate so he can wash up. He's never been good at leaving a mess for long.