It isn't easy for her to relax this way. Vulnerability is something that makes her uncomfortable, but with Frank it's not because she's afraid he'll take advantage like another man might. It's almost funny how their fears are the same. Looking weak in front of one another shouldn't be such a big deal, yet it is. Maybe now that her walls are coming down, he'll feel comfortable leaving his down too.

It probably doesn't matter all that much right now though, not with the both of them on the verge of sleep. Exhaustion has a funny way of settling over them, even when she wants nothing more than to stay up talking.

"You're not letting me down." Her fingernails slowly rake up and down his arm, leaning so their heads are touching. There's a slight shift before their legs tangle a little more, her foot pressing against his. With their heads positioned how they are, it's easy for her to turn enough to kiss him. He can't feel it beyond maybe a little pressure, but she hopes he can feel the affection behind it anyway.

"The only way you'll let me down is if you think I care about that macho bullshit that says you should always be the strong one. I'm strong enough to support the both of us when I need to."

By that point she was completely relaxed and almost melted up against him, curled up and intertwined. Her own eyes feel heavier now, and any tension she might've felt even moments ago is gone.