Her tears were like glass twisting in his chest. He never wanted to make anyone cry. Aloof and stoic as his persona was, Frank cared a great deal about people, and her shining eyes made him feel awful.
"Nishka-" Frank started, though he didn't know where that sentence was going, only that he wanted to reassure her about something. "This is..." the right thing to do. He pursed his lips and nodded his head, shoving his hands into his pockets. "I'll see you round, hopefully? Like, another time."
He too started to back away slowly. It was a long walk home from here. "Take care of yourself, yeah? Please?"