It comes naturally now, the way he leans on her; like he doesn't remember a time when she wasn't there to catch him - often literally. Though he can't strictly feel her, those pins are in his wrists now where she presses, and then again at his middle. He opens his mouth to tell her, to say something, but then she's sitting at the end of the bed and smiling up at him, and his chest aches. He can feel his heart speeding up, his breathing quicken.

Nudging at her with a hand to her shoulder to try and get her to make room, he crawls onto the edge of the bed on his knees so their faces are only a breadth away. "Do I ever try to get out of it?" he challenges softly, something with an edge glinting back at her in his gaze. It feels good just to talk to her again, to banter.

His palm presses into the bed behind her hip to support himself so he doesn't go tumbling into her, and there's a sudden ache in his wrist. It startles him, his head whipping to the side to look at it as if that will help him parse what's happening. Unfortunately their heads are so close, he knocks them together - and that's going to hurt Karen a lot more than Frank.