Body Language (Karen/Frank)
Kastle + Body Language
He can’t ask her to stay again, because it was too hard to say the words even once, but he can’t help the way his hand slides across the table toward hers, fingers twitching desperately.
He won’t tell her that she’s the only thing that makes him feel human, but when she’s sitting next to him, even when they’re not touching, the tension rolls out of his body.
He doesn’t know how to explain that he cares, but his hand always finds the small of her back when they’re walking down the street, cold fingers absorbing her warmth.
She bites her lip when he asks gruffly if she wants to go get coffee and it sends an unexpected thrill of desire zipping through him, his nostrils flaring at the sensation.
He doesn’t know if “I love you” will ever pass his lips again, but when he falls asleep his body curls around hers, and sometimes he thinks that could be enough.