That gets him to unstick his eyelids for the millionth time, the grimace an afterthought as he hones in on her face. He must look ridiculous, arms and legs spread wide so he's touching as few things as possible. He can't think about it, he can't think about anything but pins under his toenails, razors at his throat. Frank swallows like it's agony to, but his gaze is wide and hopeful.

"You think we work well together?" he asks, voice small and with an almost tinny quality. They're just learning all sorts of things today, aren't they?