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“You know just because I said that doesn’t mean that I’m trying to make you put a ring on it, Frank.” He was chewing the inside of his cheek hard, and he was so mad he taste the blood. It actually hurt his feelings really bad but he couldn’t show it. Frank would probably never speak to him again. 

“Whatever.” He mumbled as he looked away from the older male. Teddy felt his heart breaking in his chest and there was nothing he could do about it. He didn’t wanna ruin whatever he had left with Frank. “No, I don’t even care. I just enjoyed the sex. That’s it.”

“Good, ‘cause I won’t.” He answered with a sense of finality. He set his jaw as he studied the young man in front of him; it was best to be stern, just in case. Frank was certain he’d never get back to the place he was before his wife died. He was incomplete and would never be whole again. He couldn’t go dragging people into his fucked up life now.

“Huh.” The former Marine laughed dryly, though it completely lacked any humor. “You could’a had me fooled… why don’t you quit lying to yourself, to me? Just move on from it, we don’t have to linger… but there ain’t sense in lyin’ about it. Pick yourself up by your bootstraps and keep going.”

“Are you seriously asking me how?” He crossed his arms getting offended now. “Okay, maybe I did wanna get a bite to eat that is usually a little different than our usual plans but you are making it seem like I’m asking you to come commit a crime with me or something.” He noticed the older male step backwards and he stepped forward so it didn’t matter. 

“It seriously meant nothing how I asked you, Frank.” He retorted. “I just wanna know if you wanna hang out with me….eat and have sex. Maybe watch a damn movie…something. Are you going to pick apart everything like this?”

“That’s what I was afraid of.” Frank answered, his brows high. “You wanting to try and get personal with me. I don’t have time for that.” He should’ve stayed far away from this.

“There’s no room in my life for anything emotional, okay? Nothing solid, nothing cutesy or anything like that. This whole thing was a mistake.” He took another step back. “Look at you, you’re already getting invested.”

“On what?” Teddy asked and his eyebrow raised slowly. He wasn’t sure why the older male was holding back. This was the first time it felt like Frank didn’t wanna be around him. “If you don’t want to just say it. I will back off.”

“How exactly do you want to fill my time?” Frank asked, deciding not to mince his words. He took a calculated step backward, his face screwed up.

“Don’t put words in my mouth. I’m just curious. You never asked in such a way before... it’s usually... well business and then it’s over. Sounds like you got plans.”

“Well, if you’re not busy tonight…would you like to be busy with me?”

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Frank didn’t say anything for a minute, silently regarding the young man in front of him. He didn’t need to forge deep, personal relationships -- but here he was.

“Uh... depends.”

“That’s right. You can’t change me, no matter how badly you want to.” 

He gripped his clubs with a heavy sigh. The first option sounded the most appealing, since it would make him feel like he was actually doing something about the situation. 

Frank gave Daredevil a pitying look, “I won’t have to… and who says I want to? One of these days, you’ll take it upon yourself… and there’s no goin’ back once you reach that place.” He ran his hands over his face, he was so weary. “Remember what I told ya, Red… you ain’t so far off from being me.”

“Smart answer.” And one that had him well and truly out of a hole he could have been digging for himself without realising it. Elektra leaned back against the brick wall, twirling her weapons in her hands and looking at them thoughtfully. “Who says I’m not?” It was mostly teasing. “There’s no shortage of people who’d pay good money to have me deliver the Punisher’s head.”

Frank offered Elektra a smile, “You’d’ve already come at me, I think.” He answered, his eyes bright as he took a step toward her – if there was a challenge to be had, he was here to take it. He chewed on the inside of his cheek. “You don’t want me dead… I’m not causing you any problems… there’s nothin’ in it for you. It’d be a waste of time.”

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“Yeah, thank you. That’s… just what I needed to hear.”

“Might not be what you wanted to hear, but you did need to hear it.”

“Suit yourself.” Sleip shrugged. “Diversions cost lives, man.” Sleip took a sip from his flask, squinting before offering it over to the other.

@oneshctonekill is a disturbingly good shot.

Jesse jumps a little at the round popping off and grimaces as the round finds purchase. “Jesus dude….” he mutters and just shoves his hands in his pockets as he watches. “You’re really fucking good at this….” he says under his breath.

Frank turns to look at the other man, his brow knit as he lowers his weapon. “I better be fucking good at it. It was my god damned job there for a while.” He runs the back of his arm over his mouth and looks at the person he just laid to waste. “You could learn… if ya wanted.”

“Probably not. I’m sure your tactics get shit done a hell of a lot faster than mine do.” She raised an eyebrow at him and frowned a little harder. “Kids. Fan-fucking-tastic. You know what? I’m going to go get that coffee. Maybe a sandwich or something. If you’re hungry when you’re done, I’m buying.”

“My tactics…” Frank responded sternly, “are the only permanent ones.” He kept his eye on the scumbag in question then looked at her briefly. “Yeah… I’ll catch up with ya.” He answered, watching her as she walked away.

Once she was gone, he waited until the man they had been discussing left the business he’d been inside, and he took his shot. Then he very casually approached the coffeeshop Jessica had mentioned and walked inside, nodding to her as he sat across from her.