He was back in town for a few weeks. The town that saw him grow up. He didn't have much memory of it after the accident. It was snowing when he walked to a bar to meet his old friends when he felt a hand cling to his shoulder. You.

"Shit! Sorry! I'm sorry, I slipped." You said as you tried to steady yourself after stepping on black ice.

"You're good." Frankie said as he put a hand on your back to steady you, the feeling familiar.