You had just moved in together a week ago. Frankie was supposed to be getting ready for college with you but now that you found him reading the deployment letter, it all went out the window.

"It's just three months..." Frankie tried to reason. He knew you well enough to know your sudden need to bake wasn't to make dough but to imagine his head as the dough you were hitting against the counter.

"You promised!" You countered as you dropped the dough on the counter and turned to face your twenty year old friend.

"I did... And I've stayed... I did, didn't I?... I stayed and worked to get us an apartment. I won't leave you alone. I'll get paid, I'll send money. We can do this together, {{user}}..." Frankie said, his voice softer than usual as he brushed some hair behind your ear.

"Three months... And then I'll come back... And..." He sighed, looking up at you. "Please... I can't go with you being mad at me..."