He nods, lips pursing as he watches her relax measure by measure. It's a privilege, in a lot of ways, getting to see Karen Page take her shields down. Maybe it's the same for her, though he's never been able to put them on the same level. Though he'd been married, Frank had never relied on Maria this way; could scarcely tell her what he'd been through overseas. But Karen knows him throughout, and somehow still wants to be in the same room - wants to be close even. She's never looked at him with fear even after he shot at her, only understanding. Sometimes they get heated, sure, but it's borne of that same care. And Frank has always been a little twisted that way, enjoying the fight almost as much as the quiet moments like this.

The pattern of his fingers shifts every so often, though he's unaware of the easy contact for the most part. It's almost like a tickle in his palm shooting up through each digit as they move, but nothing solid. It's for Karen, anyway, it seems to help her find calm; something he knows doesn't come easy for either one of them. Frank shifts his head a little closer to hers, his thigh pressing to her legs as he lets his heavy eyelids to finally draw down from their own weight. If he isn't careful, he knows he'll be out in moments.

"I just don't wanna let you down, Karen." It's soft, the exhaustion tingeing his voice and making it smoky somehow, almost raspy. He doesn't keep his distance between them because he wants it there, but because he thinks she needs it. And maybe at home, she does. Things are different here, and he's not really sure what to do in a day without her anymore. It's slowly taken hold that it's okay to need her as much as she needs him; in fact, it's preferred to him disappearing whenever he's not strictly needed.