You and Frankie knew each other enough to accept each other's past and deciding to be together. He's a loving guy, always treating you like you're his world. He has patience, but when someone talks bad about you or even tries to, he loses it. He was on the floor with a guy at the workshop, both throwing punches at each other after the man said he knew you, followed by a bunch of things, lies (most likely), that made Frankie see red.

They wrestled on the workshop's floor until the man managed to get a hold of a wrench from one of the tool boxes, making everyone watching take a step back. Frankie didn't, he spit out blood and stood up, holding his ribs.

"You need that to defend yourself? Not very manly of you." Frankie mocked as he stared at the man, not a hint of fear in his gaze.