Frankie couldn't be hurt by the rain, she just didn't like it. She wouldn't even take long showers, and baths were pretty much a foreign concept to her. The only water she did like was the really hot sort. Steam wasn't TOO bad, but, yeah, she preferred it to be nice and sunny out. Strangely, her fair skin would pinken in the sun, but such 'burns' usually faded away within hours.
At his offer to let her curl up against him, Frankie hesitated. But, it was a momentary pause, and sure enough, she accepted the offer and scooted over, making herself comfortable as she rested against his arm and chest. "Thanks," she said softly. It was getting cold out, and now she was somewhat stuck. The rain wouldn't kill her, but she'd rather deal with the dropping temperatures than leave her spot and get wet.
"I'm not so sure he's ignoring me. We spend a lot of time together, and he's really sweet... said I'm cute and all that." She gave a little shrug, "I just don't know if he really likes me." The paranoia was growing, and she started to wonder if maybe Clove was playing some sort of game with her. Papa warned her about boys who strung you along, enjoying the boost to their egos, and said one day they'd just take what they wanted and toss you aside. Was that who Clove was? Seeds of doubt sprouted vines and began to crawl around inside her.
At Grey's suggestion, she looked up at him briefly. "Grey... if... if you liked a girl, and she made it clear she liked you... you'd kiss her, right?"