Karen gives him a nudge right back and smiles at their shared playfulness even if she can feel his anxiety. Without a second thought, and perhaps because she’s a little drunk, she rests her head on his shoulder and sighs.

“Frank, I don’t think I’ve ever told you because I’m always giving you shit, but it’s kinda nice knowing you’re looking out for me.” She wets her lips with her tongue, thinking her honesty over. “I just don’t want to add to that enormous burden you carry, you know?”

Tilting her head up, Karen’s nose just barely grazes Frank’s jaw and she chuckles at the contact, smiling up at him. If she has to be here with anyone, she’s incredibly glad that it’s him.