Every flash of kiss stoked something in him, a quiet intention that Frank had never handled well. They switched positions, and Frank sat stoically as Jim doctored the cuts. He'd had enough people mend things on him over the years that he was good at nonreaction by now.

Once the bandages were in place, Frank focused out again, giving Jim a small smile. He brought up his hand as well and carded his fingers through Jim's hair, cupping the back of his head.

Now, he was the one that leaned in, a moments pause between brushing his nose gently against Jim's and pressing their lips together.