Frankie ran a hand over her right eye, feeling foolish for the way she knew she must look. She hadn't checked her reflection or anything, but no one looked pretty when they'd been crying for an hour straight. "I haven't told him much of anything yet." She considered telling Vinnie about kissing Fox during breakfast yesterday, but Vinnie was trying so hard to be sweet and supportive, and she worried that might fade if he knew details of her 'date'.
"Come here," she offered softly, patting the bed beside her. When Fox joined her, Frankie wrapped her arms around him again. "I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have gotten so worked up over what you said."