[ frank swallows as he turns, that smile and her easy greeting make his chest ache. he knows some of his anxiety must show on his face, if not the crippling pain that always bubbles for him just under the surface. he blows out a breath and forces himself to relax by a measure or two, though his shoulders are still locked as he walks, the slight shuffle of his right boot as it drags for a second longer than the left noticeable now. one side of his mouth twitches, but nothing close to a smile comes from the effort. ]
Hey, Kat. [ it's probably a dumb question, but: ] You doin' okay?
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Hey, Kat. [ it's probably a dumb question, but: ] You doin' okay?