( he doesn't believe that for a moment, but frank is trying, and that is what matters. jon leans down the space that separates them, presses his forehead gently against frank's own. ) You're not okay, but--that's okay. It's okay to hurt.

But nothing else here is really happening, right? It's just you and me. She's--not here anymore, is she? ( jon's voice cracks, on the verge of tears but he does his best not to cry. fingers wrap tight around frank's, holding onto him with--well, not all he's got, but as much as he can without breaking frank even more than he already is. ) She wouldn't want you to suffer like this.