He nods at Alex's assessment, knowing this is usually the time where the other man would try to touch him. Frank always finds it disorientating so he's glad he doesn't reach out, even though if he had touch he'd be reaching for Alex himself now. Swallowing, he follows the movement the other man makes with his eyes instead, then slowly repeats it - two fingers tapped over his heart. Then he looks to Alex for approval.

Oh... food. His brows knit and he manages a shrug as he turns behind him to reach for his jumpsuit. It's weird to hold something he can't feel and even weirder to try to put it back on. He ends up leaning against Alex a little for support. "I could eat," he murmurs, not even sure if it comes out. He probably needs to, he just can't feel one way or the other.