Before you can stop Frankie, he's walking down the hall and into your bedroom. You sigh and take your shoes off, along with your backpack and leave it by the entrance. When you look over your shoulder you notice he's not there, like he would normally be. Usually when Frankie's mad he likes to talk it out. Frankie never held his emotions inside, not even with you. He felt safe with you even to express his innermost feelings. So, why wasn't he doing that now?