Frank knelt in front of Billy, giving him his space but incapable of pulling back. He'd never seen Billy this broken up, and he wasn't sure how to handle it exactly.

In the end, he took a moment and then settled down to sitting next to Billy instead. It wasn't better out here, but it was something.

"I've got a room," he said after a second. "I know arriving--they kick you out pretty fast. So I've got a room. A bed." Weird ass roommates that didn't need to ask questions about why Frank was sleeping on the sofa in his own suite.