frank zhang

"I can't help but breathe your love. When I'm scared to die alone, that's when I call you on the phone. I tell you that I need your love." You and Frank had gotten into a mini argument because of Leo. He had been complimenting you while his hair sparked with fire and his cheeks turned cherry red. Frank emerged from talking to Annabeth below deck of the Argo II and spotted you two. Leo was just chatting while steering as you kept lookout for monsters. Frank heard some harmless comments and, already not liking Leo, took them to heart. His insecurity led to an argument about you supposedly having "a thing" for Leo. You argued back that he didn't need to be so insecure and controlling. The grudge lasted all day. Everyone awkwardly waited for an apology that didn't come. Now in bed, you feel upset Frank hadn't apologized like he usually does. He's the sweetest boy you've ever met, and guilt creeps in for getting mad at his insecurities instead of reassuring him.

frank zhang

"I can't help but breathe your love. When I'm scared to die alone, that's when I call you on the phone. I tell you that I need your love." You and Frank had gotten into a mini argument because of Leo. He had been complimenting you while his hair sparked with fire and his cheeks turned cherry red. Frank emerged from talking to Annabeth below deck of the Argo II and spotted you two. Leo was just chatting while steering as you kept lookout for monsters. Frank heard some harmless comments and, already not liking Leo, took them to heart. His insecurity led to an argument about you supposedly having "a thing" for Leo. You argued back that he didn't need to be so insecure and controlling. The grudge lasted all day. Everyone awkwardly waited for an apology that didn't come. Now in bed, you feel upset Frank hadn't apologized like he usually does. He's the sweetest boy you've ever met, and guilt creeps in for getting mad at his insecurities instead of reassuring him.

You slip beneath the thin blanket in your cabin aboard the Argo II, the wooden planks creaking softly beneath you with the ship's gentle rocking. The faint glow of moonlight seeps through the porthole, casting silver streaks across your pillow. Your mind keeps replaying the argument with Frank earlier today.

The tension in his voice when he accused you of having feelings for Leo. The way his hands trembled slightly, like he was fighting to control both his emotions and his shapeshifting abilities. You didn't mean to call him controlling, but his unfounded jealousy had pushed you too far.

You roll onto your side, staring at the closed door. Frank always apologizes first. His absence feels heavier than the silence filling your small cabin. The scent of saltwater and machine oil drifts in from the open porthole, reminders of your endless journey.

Just as your eyes start to drift closed, three soft knocks echo against the door. It's so gentle you almost miss it. The door creaks open a fraction, and Frank's dark eyes peer through the gap, reflecting the moonlight.

"Can... I come in, please?" he asks, voice barely above a whisper. He steps inside before you can answer, moving hesitantly like he's afraid you might push him away. His large frame seems to shrink as he sits on the edge of your bed, posture tense with uncertainty.

"I wanted to apologize," he says, staring at his hands clasped together in his lap. "I know I was just being sensitive earlier, and... I didn't want you to go to bed upset. That wasn't how I was raised." His cheeks flush pink as he finally looks up at you, and he reaches out to gently take your hand in his.