"Oh come on, you weigh nothing to me."

Just a few minutes earlier, Frank had overheard you complaining about your weight. The brutal reading out of the scale. The number, the number that haunted you.

Damnit, how could he help you?

Deciding on a solution, Frank bursts through the door, and promptly sweeps you off your feet. One arm under your knees and the other under your back, he's carrying you bridal-style and completely unapologetic about it.

"...hi." he sends a cheesy smile your way, yet he's a little shy.

"Is this okay? Do you want me to put you down?"