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[eiremagic]

Hey, this is-

[There's a pause, and a quick intake of breath]

Holy shite.

Did anyone -

Everyone's got these, didn't they? This curse comes 'round every now and then and...

I've never gotten a picture of Matt before.

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[never_very_good]

[He's not brooding.

Okay, maybe he is, a little, skulking around trying to find a way to give her the picture he's found. Generally speaking Frankie tries not to be the jealous type, but he's doing a shit job of that right now.

He settles for leaving the picture of Eden and Moore on the table and not saying anything, but he's around. Totally not brooding.]

[eiremagic]

[She finds it, and stares at it for a minute....and then turns]

Frankie?

[never_very_good]

[Suddenly he's very interested in whatever he's looking at, because he doesn't turn. ]

Yeah?

[eiremagic]

[She approaches him, staring at the photo]

Did you find this?

[never_very_good]

Thought you might like to have it.

[eiremagic]

[She looks at it for a long time, then slips it in a pocket]

We need a picture.

[never_very_good]

[Now he looks at her, quiet for a long moment before he cracks a little smile.]

Yeah?

[eiremagic]

Yeah. You and me, boyo.

[never_very_good]

It's just a picture.

[Which is to say, he's not jealous. Really. Mostly.]

Who's gonna take it?

[eiremagic]

Dunno. I'll find someone.

[never_very_good]

[Good answer. He leans in to place a kiss atop her head.]

[eiremagic]

[She smiles up at him a little]

You know you don't have to be jealous, yeah?

[never_very_good]

I'm not.

[He's... Sad. Would it make him less of a man to be scared?

The only upshot to Frankie's future is that it won't last long.]

Don't mean I like to think about it, but.

[eiremagic]

[She's quiet for a minute]

Give me a kiss.

[never_very_good]

[He does, placing a hand under her chin.]

[eiremagic]

[She kisses him back, mouth very slightly open, and has her hands on the back of his head]

I love you, all right? I won't let you leave me.

[never_very_good]

[But leave he will, eventually. Or she will. One way or the other, they've their respective futures. Usually he's okay with ignoring that. He just doesn't much like looking at her looking at Moore like that. Even if he can't wholeheartedly hate the guy.

Fuck it, though. He pulls her close.]

Right.

[eiremagic]

Frankie.

[She puts her head on his shoulder, just under the collarbone]

[never_very_good]

[He drapes an arm over her comfortably.]

Could do worse.

[Small comfort maybe.]

[eiremagic]

You could do a lot fuckin' worse.

[never_very_good]

I meant you.

[He meant Moore.

He should shut up, really.]

[eiremagic]

[Well considering...]

I'd be dead without him.

[never_very_good]

[What do you even say to that? I'm glad you're not is probably too obvious.

He pulls her a bit nearer.]

[eiremagic]

Don't worry, boyo.

[never_very_good]

I try.