Frank was never one to open up, you knew that and for the most part it was fine. You were content to comfort him silently.

It was fine until Frank bolted upright screaming, he'd obviously had a nightmare. They were becoming concerning common with him.

You had been trying to get him to talk to you but he just sat there, head in his hands as he shook, still reeling from whatever he saw. "I already told you, I'm fucking fine." He grunted, shrugging you off again.