How Will We Fix Each Other?|| Frasse
A subtle grumble laced with false annoyance escaped him as she climbed into the bed, strands of chestnut hair cascading across his face and the bed shifting with her motion before she finally settled down beside him. He watched her as she lay on her back for a moment, almost letting his eyes fall closed once more, before she was moving again, turning to face him.Â
He let out a light breath, shifting his arm beneath the pillow and kneading the fingers of his other hand against closed eyes. âNothinâ happened,â Jesse answered her in a drawl, nose scrunching as her fingers sifted through his hair before tugging against the strands. âYouâre the worst,â he complained, smacking a hand lazily against her forearm before grabbing the blankets and pulling them back up over his shoulders. âSleeeeep, itâs good for you and shitâŚâÂ
Truthfully he knew her worries were more rooted in what could have happened rather than what really did. Lucaâs reaction wasnât one that left a comfortable memory, but in the end nothing had really happened; they had all made it through, safe and sound, and Luca was well on his way to recoveringâŚagain. Jesse would check on him again in he morning and all would be well. At least they still had Luca.Â
âMmmmhmm,â he hummed as her fingers cupped his cheek, eyelids cracking open the slightest bit to look at her with a skeptical glance. âNot too late?âÂ
For some reason, Jesseâs bed was so much more comfortable than her own. The way she sunk into it and felt the warmth envelope her, promising a dreamless sleep with no nightmares or memories to haunt her. Or perhaps it was the company that came with it. Like an annoyed old dog dealing with a restless pup, Jesse hemmed and hawed, finally cracking his eye open to give her the attention she demanded. âNot too late,â she confirmed with a grin as she dropped her hand from his cheek in favor of tangling her fingers with his.Â
âAlthough I think you would miss the fuck outta me,â Frankie remarked matter-of-factly, shifting closer to him so that she might enjoy his warmth. At this point she was practically nose-to-nose with him, undaunted by the lack of space between them. This was Jesse, after all. She had grown up with him, he had seen the best and worst parts of her for who knows how many years. If she wasnât comfortable with him, if she couldnât bare every single part of herself to him...then what was the point? Her hand grew warm in his, her thumb slowly tracing circles on the rough skin.Â
After a pause, the small brunette voiced a question which had been bothering her since the -- memory she had wanted to push back had occurred. Frankie pressed her forehead against his, almost childlike as she peered into his eyes to make sure he was awake. âYouâd probably miss me if I died, huh?â She queried, a slight smirk painted on the corner of her lips. âCâmon, these are the questions asked at all those sleepovers that I never had. Or got invited to.âÂ
The only sleepovers that she ever had were the ones that Luca and Jesse put on themselves. She wasnât even invited to those ones, but forced her way in through sheer will. Pretty sure she earned the Most Annoying Sibling Award.











