He deflates a little, though it's hardly visible with how he's sprawled. Frank just starts talking, he's afraid if he doesn't he'll be paralyzed by fear and pain, not just at the state he's in but the state they're in. The state they could be in.

"I think about it all the time. How I crash-landed into your life and fucked up everything you had going. And I keep doing it, Karen. Even here. Even when I... But you defend me. You've always got my back, even right now. Right fucking now when everything's so. I know we make a good team, I knew that from the minute you went to my house. You helped me remember. And this past year I was ready, Karen... I was gonna turn it all in and just lay my head down, sleep the big sleep."

It's damn near ramblings of a madman at this point, but just because it's stream of consciousness doesn't mean he's lying. His foot taps her thigh and he groans out in pain, but doesn't move it. he leaves that point of contact there in defiance. And that pain helps him shut the rest of it down, oddly enough; or at least begin to try.

"You keep me going when I'm this close to giving up. That's how I think about it." There are fresh tears tracking down his cheeks silently, stabbing him like little push-pins all the way down.