#rivervale_lodge

Frank rumples some ears.

Brekke sets aside their empty mugs, grinning at his doggy attention.

Oh, the dogs get attention too.

((swat))

Frank offers her a wan smile, then reaches and takes her fingertips.

She eventually tells the dogs to bed down, and lets him take her hands. "It will be better in the morning, My Heart." she assures.

He nods. "Usually is. Come upstairs. I think I need to work on my hand therapy."

He leads the way.

She follows, and the two disappear into their room.

*King of the Road*