He hears her cry of distress and immediately picks up his hand to put it on her cheek, apology writ over his gaze. There's a dull ache in his own head, something he doesn't want to admit is there. This is too easy, isn't it? His senses were gone and now they're just coming back, just like that - good as new. It wouldn't be the weirdest thing to happen here, thinking of what happened to Alex suddenly and going a bit pale.

"Shit. Sorry, sorry." Frank brushes a kiss against her temple in apology, his lips prickling from the contact. Okay, this is officially not in his head. "I think I felt something. Sorry, Karen." His hand gently moves up, palm rubbing gently against her skull to try and soothe the hurt he'd dealt her. Her hair against his calloused palm is like the barest breeze and his breath catches all over again.