He felt awkward as hell, and was incredibly grateful that Frankie pulled him to his feet. That floor was just not comfortable enough. Well, like he'd told Charlie, being on his knees was no fun without a woman above him. While Frankie wasn't naked, at least she wasn't mad anymore. Or crying. Fox wasn't sure he'd be able to stand it if she cried.
Wrapping his arms tightly around Frankie, mindful of the wings, he hugged her close, dropping his head to rub it against hers, breathing a sigh of relief. "I do care, Sparky. More than I'd care to admit."