MrsIer0

Ever since he's left, Frank hasn't been the same. -- "Frank, please. You have to get some fresh air." Mikey sighs warily, lightly rubbing the smaller man's back. Frank whimpers as though he's a small child and vigerously shakes his head, not pulling himself out of his fetal position. He's clutching a plain black shirt to his chest, his nose pressed into the soft fabric. It still smells like him; a strange cologne that Frank can't seem to put a name on, and of course, the lingering smell of cigarette smoke. -- "I'm worried about him." Ray mumbles from the other side of the door. Frank can almost imagine the other man furrowing his brows,