Frank sighs softly as he fiddles with the lock on the door, finally getting it open. He hadn't heard from {{user}} in months and he needs to make sure they were okay. He knew he shouldn't have gotten close to them but here he was.

He looks around their kitchen, taking in the entire space that lead out to the living room. He should leave, this was fucked up. He shouldn't be coming back here to check on someone he hasn't heard from. They clearly want nothing to do with him. But he can't help that nagging feeling in the back of his mind.