Frankie/Jason
Jason had already hurt a few people, killed even. That was something he was pretty sure Frankie wouldn't want to know. As it was, he was having difficulties handling it himself. "Yeah, I guess." It was all he could bring himself to say to her. How did they start out with him comforting her, and suddenly have it reversed? It was weird, but sweet.
"Sure," he smiled, glad for the change in subject. Getting to his feet, he held her hand and led her inside. Not back to the dance floor, but one of the adjoining rooms so they could still talk if they wanted. He left the door open, so Frankie would feel comfortable. "Is this better?"