[ It had been difficult to come back for so many reasons. Least of all was selfish desire to ignore what was happening in New York, but it would have soured whatever this was between them. It didn't change the softer moments, the strange quiet as he healed, and nights without sirens in the quiet town Frank had them in. The man who had left Frank Castle then, had been one convinced he was going to put another man in the ground, and nearly did. He still carries the guilt of it on his conscience.
He's not sure how far he stepped into that darkness, or how much it's left a stain on him yet.
Matt doesn't know Frank's reasons, or even if he's going to tell them to him. He might. He might not. He's glad Frank didn't bring out the guns, and is grateful he at least respects his turf enough to not. Even if he can't say it won't come up later, should another war be coming on the other man's heels.
All he gets for the trouble of his comment is a breathy laugh before the moment ends from the call to the authorities.
By the time Frank gets there, he's still in the black outfit, but the mask is off. His lip is still red, scabbing over slowly from where it was split. He's glad he doesn't have to think of anything to say in order to fill in the space in the moment when he opens the door.
Matt grunts softly into the kiss when Frank rushes him, back hitting the wall with a thump that he can't bring himself to give a shit about, neighbors be damned. His arms go around his shoulders, and he slides his tongue into his mouth, enjoying that taste he hasn't had in too long.
When he finally does break away, still pressed against the wall, and fingers sliding up, questing into Frank's hair. He smiles a little. ] You changed it. I like it.
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He's not sure how far he stepped into that darkness, or how much it's left a stain on him yet.
Matt doesn't know Frank's reasons, or even if he's going to tell them to him. He might. He might not. He's glad Frank didn't bring out the guns, and is grateful he at least respects his turf enough to not. Even if he can't say it won't come up later, should another war be coming on the other man's heels.
All he gets for the trouble of his comment is a breathy laugh before the moment ends from the call to the authorities.
By the time Frank gets there, he's still in the black outfit, but the mask is off. His lip is still red, scabbing over slowly from where it was split. He's glad he doesn't have to think of anything to say in order to fill in the space in the moment when he opens the door.
Matt grunts softly into the kiss when Frank rushes him, back hitting the wall with a thump that he can't bring himself to give a shit about, neighbors be damned. His arms go around his shoulders, and he slides his tongue into his mouth, enjoying that taste he hasn't had in too long.
When he finally does break away, still pressed against the wall, and fingers sliding up, questing into Frank's hair. He smiles a little. ] You changed it. I like it.