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He'd be unwilling, but he'd admit it— Frank was waiting for her to come back ever since she left the apartment about two days ago. He understood, he wasn't an idiot, why she didn't come back, but it didn't matter, it still hurt. Kind of. In a numbing, kind of way. 

Not that he was ever sure about himself these days.

He'd spend the days watching her apartment idle. There was always a kind of routine he had to establish and put up with— an early bedtime, of course, so he'd be less tired in the day, then there was the five mugs of coffee every morning, making sure to avoid using the one she drank from on the day they met again, and then he'd make up songs until he had no more music sheets and instead wrote on the back of flyers that were sometimes posted through the door.

And on the day she finally came back, he stumbled out of the bathroom, having fallen asleep in there after brushing his teeth, so there was toothpaste all over his mouth and fallen cosmetics on the floor that seemed to have got there by some way of magic.

But when tired eyes sighted the owner of the place, Frank promptly closed the door again to tidy up the mess.

He'd have to admit— Nae was a scary woman most of the time.

He saw it coming, obviously, that goes without question, that she'd storm over, open the door, and catch him trying to cover up his tracks.

"I'm not in your stuff!" He said with as much might as a sleepy person could. "I just... I was supposed to be brushing my teeth," He began whilst trying to balance another tub of expensive looking cream with the others, he was almost done now. "I fell asleep before I could go to sleep, and yeah... sorry."

Picking up the last small white tube, he clapped his hands and sighed. Frank wished he had the power to stop embarrassing situations from happening because this was getting ridiculous. 

But he was glad at least, she didn't seem abnormal. Strange, or say, hesitant. Nae was her usual self, and that was a comfort to him.

"Have you eaten?" He asked, unaware of the hour.

Frank had no choice but to switch the two tubs (he guessed it was those two, he had no real way of knowing) with a sigh, before trudging outside behind Nae with a soft yawn.

"I... think I was supposed to be sleeping." His head turned to look at the wall clock. Shit. It was way after eight.

Frank stopped, to narrow his eyes, squint at Nae's figure.

"I've not eaten, but that doesn't matter. How've you been?" He managed to slur the rest out, moving slowly over to the sofa, moving her purse next to him.

He stared blankly at the television screen, as if trying to focus onto an image.

"How do you know I burn through coffee? You never know, I might sail through them." How he was capable of sarcasm when his mind was so far gone would always be a point of applause for him. But now that she mentioned it, Frank couldn't remember what he ate today. Eating was insignificant when sleeping ruled every aspect of his life.

He didn't respond. She probably knew he was trying to make conversation anyway. Obviously Nae was so much better than that than himself.

"As I said before, I was trying to sleep. I was brushing my teeth at twenty to eight. Ended up falling asleep then and there. Sleep never waits for me, that's my problem." He snorts, itching his eyes.

He would laugh if he wasn't so tired.

"Y'alright." He murmured, words snuffled by a yawn. "I don't drool though." As much as he was sure she was joking, a part of him wanted to point that out. To prove a point. Maybe it could make him look like a worthier person so Nae'd be more willing to stick around.

"Most of the time I don't dream." He'd rather lie, but lying wouldn't sit well with him, so he'd just manage a half lie, or something. "I dream about trivial things, if I do, dream, that is."

Frank looked at her wistfully for a moment.

Then he looked at the fingers in front of him instead. "I don't think you'd fancy hearing about them." By day, and night, Frank was an honest fool. He had no reason to lie. No reason to get into anyone's good books.

Not even in Nae's books. At least, that's what he liked to believe. There should be a barrier, he'd think, that could protect him.

It was like as if he could paint a picture of her reaction if he told her the bare, absolute truth. He'd have to divert the attention to an equally, if not more, serious matter instead.

"Do you hate me?"

He groaned, not sure whether or not there could be a way out of this one, but decided to fuck it and answer anyway. He was just gonna have to face it.

"I dream about you. Not you, as a whole, but parts of you." He tried to sound as nonchalant as possible. His feels were no secret, he liked what he liked, and there was something he couldn't forget even if he tried, about Nae, that is.

"I can't help it."