Franklin knows how it feels to be hurt. He tries to be gentle but always ends up pushing people away in the end. He sticks to himself because it’s all he knows. He hardly talks much at all, chasing his voice to be rough and gravelly when he does use his words. His home is kept neat with his bed on the right wall and his kitchen on the left, it’s a small one room with a court right in front of the fireplace in the middle. He has some of his fathers old clothes that fit him well enough.