Claire lets him do whatever he needs to, and steps inside his apartment carefully, looking around, unsurprised by the look and feel of the place. Her own isn't even all that decorating, and she can't imagine Frank caring much about that at all.

She wants more for him. She wants him to feel like he can live his life, even with the loss he's suffering. She wants him to accept that he is alive, when his loved ones aren't, but it isn't... an easy thing to do. She's not naive.

"You're falling asleep where you stand. Coffee's not what's needed right now. You need to go lie down, Frank."

It's not an order, and it's gentle enough, but it's also firm, strong. She's used to wrangle men bigger than he is.