How Will We Fix Each Other?|| Frasse
Her bright hues lingered on his for a moment, unconsciously holding her breath as she waited for him to respond – either kick her sorry ass to the curb or scoot over to make more room for her. She ignored the fact that she breathed a little easier and already felt the heaviness of sleep weigh on her limbs when his voice drew her in. That was Jesse, for you. Always putting anything else aside for the people that he cared for, for the people that he loved. Even for those he didn’t love. That was why he had made such a good soldier.
Clearing her throat, she closed the distance between them and hesitated for a second before slipping into the bed with him. Frankie laid on her back for a couple of seconds before sighing uncomfortably because fuck it, nothing was really satisfying her tonight. Not when the image played itself over and over again, not when she thought about what she should have done instead of what had happened. Glancing over at Jesse, she turned on her side and faced him, biting her lip distractedly.
“Jesse?” She whispered quietly, her eyes scanning his features. “I can’t stop thinkin’ about what the fuck happened today and I need you to distract me so I can shut my fuckin’ eyes for more than thirty seconds.”
Her eyes caught on his hair, on the freshly-woken look that he seemed to be working. Like an impatient child that demanded his attention, she ran her fingers through his hair and tugged on it gently, a light smirk causing the edges of her lips to curl. “Sorry, but you’re not sleeping until I sleep. That’s what happens when you get me as a fuckin’ roommate, love.”
Slowly her hand dropped from his hair to cup his face, the smile becoming somewhat apologetic. “You have the option to put in a change of roommate request.”
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.
He let out a light breath, shifting his arm beneath the pillow and kneading the fingers of his other hand against closed eyes. “Nothin’ happened,” Jesse answered her in a drawl, nose scrunching as her fingers sifted through his hair before tugging against the strands. “You’re the worst,” he complained, smacking a hand lazily against her forearm before grabbing the blankets and pulling them back up over his shoulders. “Sleeeeep, it’s good for you and shit...”
Truthfully he knew her worries were more rooted in what could have happened rather than what really did. Luca’s reaction wasn’t 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 recovering...again. Jesse would check on him again in he morning and all would be well. At least they still had Luca.
“Mmmmhmm,” he hummed as her fingers cupped his cheek, eyelids cracking open the slightest bit to look at her with a skeptical glance. “Not too late?”














