"Aw, shit!" Grey didn't really know how much damage the rain could do to Frankie, but he wasn't about to find out. He didn't want to get wet, either. Pulling his other leg up out of the way as much as possible, it was sort of half-resting at the edge of the wall, Frankie's feet just barely touching it.
"C'mon over here." He said softly, his arm not quite going around her shoulders, but sort of gently leading her back to leaning against him, now that he was facing her. "I know we just met, but it ain't sittin' well with me that some guy is ignorin' ya. Jus' don't want ya chasin' after somebody who just want someone chasin' after them." Grey added, giving her just a brief glimpse of a purported sensitive inside. Perhaps, just maybe, he'd been chasing after someone too? He wouldn't say!
"If he ain't payin' attention, maybe y'oughta turn y'attention somewhere else." And he wasn't necessarily referring to himself. "I can't say I can help, cause y'd just be playin' me that way..."