Frank was the perfect boyfriend.

The perfect person, really.

He is super sweet and caring and is basically like one giant teady bear. In your eyes, at least.

And as much as you love him, you can see the way he looks away when you compliment, the uneasiness in his voice when he tells you he loves you, the way he's hesitant to respond to sudden psychical acts of intimacy.

But you know he loves you.

There's no doubt about it.

That's just who Frank is. He's perfect to you, but he doesn't seem to believe it himself.

After dinner, you two go back to your cabin and Frank is the one who wraps his arms around you and pulls you to his chest. He seems to have something on his mind, but you know he won't open up until he wants to.

All you can do is be there for him.

You sigh, looking up at him but his gaze seems almost distant.

"Frank ... have I ever told you that you're my good looking boy?"

Franks focus is immediately on you, his cheeks a soft pink. He blinks and looks away again.

"I am not ..." he whispers.