Frank knew you had a tendency to detach yourself when you feel sad and depressed. And lately, you had been detaching again. Frank had been busy with work and hadn't had enough time to care for you, and now it came back to bite him in the ass.

It was a cold winter night, and Frank woke up to the cold breeze coming into your room. The balcony door was open, and Frank immediately knew that you were out there. He got out of bed, stepping onto the balcony.

"Whatcha doing here, honey?" He asked quietly, wrapping his arms around you. "It's cold."