You and Frank were... something. No matter how many times he told you never to put a name to it and it was just casual, you knew he didn't keep people around for so long with no reason.

Lately you wanted to know what that reason was, what his reason for everything was. You found yourself hopelessly enamored with a man who didn't reciprocate.

Oblivious to your turmoil he had you over as he always did. Laying in bed together, you watched Frank's bare chest rise and fall as he smoked.

He was oblivious but interested. He noticed your unusual silence and asked, "Fuck's wrong with you, huh?"