[ over the past weeks, frank castle has become as reliable a shadow as matt's own, following him at length but knowing that the man would easily sense him. he doesn't want to smother him with his very real concerns, sure matt will write them off as disingenuous; but there's also the careful balancing act of everyone else here. frank has earned a place among these people, natives and arrivals alike, that's unlike anything he's ever achieved back home. even in the marines, well. that was a lie anyway.
he watches as matt slowly adapts, biding his time, but also ready and willing to step in should anyone mean him harm. he knows matt won't risk dying, not until he knows what's at stake, but frank is just as ready to jump on that grenade for him. whether or not they're still at lagerheads back home doesn't matter to frank -- here he intends to watch over matt whether the other man wants him to or not (he's betting not.) red could so easily blow up his spot here, and maybe that's why frank keeps his distance for as long as he can feasibly stand to. or maybe it's just cowardice.
things finally come to a head for him when frank walks into the town hall meeting on sunday and sees the other man sitting alone in a bright red jumpsuit. he wonders if anyone's bothered to tell matt the color, but the sight makes his lips twitch either way. he slots into the seat behind the other man and leans forward just an inch, just enough to speak close to his ear so no one else can overhear them. his voice is gravelly as ever, but soft and hoarse too from underuse. ] When I said I'd see you around, this isn't exactly what I meant.
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he watches as matt slowly adapts, biding his time, but also ready and willing to step in should anyone mean him harm. he knows matt won't risk dying, not until he knows what's at stake, but frank is just as ready to jump on that grenade for him. whether or not they're still at lagerheads back home doesn't matter to frank -- here he intends to watch over matt whether the other man wants him to or not (he's betting not.) red could so easily blow up his spot here, and maybe that's why frank keeps his distance for as long as he can feasibly stand to. or maybe it's just cowardice.
things finally come to a head for him when frank walks into the town hall meeting on sunday and sees the other man sitting alone in a bright red jumpsuit. he wonders if anyone's bothered to tell matt the color, but the sight makes his lips twitch either way. he slots into the seat behind the other man and leans forward just an inch, just enough to speak close to his ear so no one else can overhear them. his voice is gravelly as ever, but soft and hoarse too from underuse. ] When I said I'd see you around, this isn't exactly what I meant.