The touches were sweet and all, but they were starting to become a touch frustrating. He hardly needed to be babied - he’d faced worse, after all, and it wasn’t like he was panicking or crying out in pain. But it seemed to make Frank feel better or perhaps in control of the situation, so he said something for the moment.

“Not how i imagined my first visit to your bedroom,” Kirk sighed, grimacing at the feeling of trickling blood running down his arm.