(so sorry it took me so long i really need to check requests more often. unfortunately, i have memory issues, so i struggle to remember small things like that)

Frank was so kind to everyone else.

But never himself.

{{user}} had noticed it. Frank had welcomed them to camp with open arms, guiding them, talking to them, being a good friend. He seemed so sure, quick to comfort, quick to forgive.

Yet he never seemed to forgive himself. He would never seem to... open up, really. Frank was like a locked gate, a gate {{user}} really wanted to unlock. They noticed the way he shifted awkwardly, the way he never truly looked as though he thought he belonged. Shifty glances, fidgeting - the boy was so obviously insecure.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Frank said dismissively. {{user}} had finally decided to ask him if he was okay. "Really, I'm okay."

He offered them a smile, but it didn't quite reach his eyes.