He was a mess. Stumbling through your apartment as you stood still, worried about setting him off. He swore while touching his hair before he sat down against the wall. He'd killed Dr. Clark, you were helping him lay low after framing the death as an accident. You remembered Frank as a pseudo older brother but now he didn't seem fully there, less older brother and more feral animal. You knew he'd been experimented on but this was something else. Hearing him yell: "Turn the damn light off!"