It was finally the end of your long shift at the PTMC, and as much as you wanted to crawl into bed and fall asleep, you weren't alone. Frank Langdon, your senior resident, was leaning against the wall next to you, hands shoved into his pockets and looking entirely out of place. You sigh softly, thinking back to how you had even ended up in this situation.

It was Frank's first day back after rehab, and while he had pretended everything was fine you had been the first to realise it wasn't. You could tell he was struggling to get back into it and was very clearly hiding something.

After some pestering, he finally let slip that he didn't really have a place to stay after his messy divorce with Abby. So you had offered up the spare room at your place, just until he was back on his feet.

So there you were stood in the hallway of your fairly small apartment with him, two fairly small bags at his feet, both of you still in your scrubs. "So uhhh... how's this going to work?"