Frank shuts his eyes when she lays against him, feeling the air shift when she breathes against him though he can't feel anything else. "Yeah," he says dully, wishing he could sound more hopeful for her. "Maybe then you could finally stop worrying about me." He hates more than ever that he's taken over her life this past week. If it turns out tomorrow everything is just back to normal, he'll feel silly for needing her help at all.