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[oorah]

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[beyourzoomer]

[She's not sure why she's so upset, really. She barely knows the guy, and he's alive again, somehow. Because this place is some kind of weird monster world that brings you back to life after its monsters brutally (she assumes anyway) kill you.

But Max is upset.

She's at his house at the moment mostly because she wants to see with her own eyes that he's okay and not broken into pieces or something. It's not like she can tell through the stupid device. So she pulls out said stupid device and types out a very brief, pointed message.]

I'm outside.

[oorah]

[ he meets her on the porch this time, door swinging open silently at the same time she texts. frank meets her eyes and waves her through, leading her on to the study/bedroom he shares with david. he stops in the doorway and gives her a somber look back over his shoulder. he signs and mouths: ] Sorry.

[beyourzoomer]

[Apologies aren't something she's used to getting from anyone. Especially not an adult. Especially not an adult man. She looks back at him, shrugging a little. He looks okay enough, she supposes.]

Sound eater?

[She signs it - it's one of the few signs she's picked up so far.]

[oorah]

[ he smiles softly, clever girl. after a moment, he decides it's close enough and nods. she shouldn't ever have to know her hero killed him. he's usually not for lying to kids, but in this case, it's necessary. frank points to himself and does the OK sign again. he really is fine... you know, on the outside. ]

[beyourzoomer]

[When he makes the OK sign again, she squints, staring at him hard and trying to decide if she believes him or not. He's up walking around, he looks okay. She's still trying to come to terms with the idea that when people die here, they come back. It doesn't make any sense to her. What's bringing people back to life? For what purpose?

It's not that she's not glad, because she is, but she's also wary about the whole thing. As wary as she is about this place in general.

She finally nods, and pulls her device back out.]

but you forgot things

[oorah]

[ he nods, going to sit on the bed. there's another bed she can sit on if she doesn't want to sit that close to him, so he thinks that's good enough. he nods as the words appear on his device, hunching over the screen a little. ]

yeah. things were weird for a few days. but then i remembered everything.

[beyourzoomer]

[She watches him move to sit and she hesitates before sitting on the other one, more so she can see him easier, and less because she's uncomfortable sitting too close. She's still trying to decide if his color is normal or if he's a little paler than usual.]

so no other side effects besides memory loss?

[Her eyebrows are furrowed as she studies him carefully.]

[oorah]

[ he shakes his head. not that he knows of anyway... unsettling, but he's mostly dealing with it the way he deals with most things: vehement denial. ]

got rid of my cool bruises. guess i have to start all over. [ he points to the one mark on his cheek. pretty meager compared to what he had before. ]

[beyourzoomer]

[It is a much smaller bruise than she's used to seeing him with and she presses her lips together.]

why do you like getting hit so much? are you a masochist or something?

[Because she's sure she's never met anyone who's so okay with constantly having bruises all over them.]

[oorah]

[ her question startles him, his shoulders jumping in a silent laugh, turning his head away and biting into his lips so he doesn't actually make a sound. ]

i don't even wanna know how you know that word

no sweetheart i'm not. [ well... maybe a little. ] just pays to know your limits

[beyourzoomer]

[Max watches as he struggles not to laugh at her question. She rolls her eyes, folding her arms across her chest.]

i read a lot.

[She considers his answer, looking both troubled and thoughtful.]

have you found them, then? your limits?

[oorah]

[ he nods, sobering a little. sorry max he's like 13 at heart. probably why he gets along so well with all these kids. ]

i like reading too. you check out the library in this place yet?

[ that next question is harder-- if only because when he's on a mission, he doesn't have limits. other than death. ]

it's an ongoing test

[beyourzoomer]

[She's not offended, really. Most of her friends are 12 or 13 year old boys so she's pretty used to this.]

yeah, a couple times. what do you like to read?

[She can tell it's a more difficult question by the look on his face and she sighs inaudibly, growing more worried than she already was.]

you were supposed to say yes. since you died.

[oorah]

long boring books
they help me sleep
what about you?

[ he deserves that so he just nods. ] i meant back home. here death isn't the limit it should be. [ and guess who's still fucked up about that even tho he says he's okie ]

[beyourzoomer]

fiction. mostly suspense. sometimes fantasy.
helps me escape

[She isn't sure how anyone can be okay with dying and suddenly being alive again. She's sure she wouldn't be. But. That last part of what he says is what gets her.]

yeah well i'm pretty glad about that.

[She's not good with emotions, so that's about as close as she'll probably get at this point to telling him please don't die again.]

wow i never hit enter on this tag

[oorah]

[ it makes sense, from what he's gleaned about her and her life. his daughter would read anything, she was obsessed. he can't look at her when she's asking him not to die. he can't promise that -- he knows the kind of reckless shithead he is. he's only sorry he made them all care. ]

me too sweetheart

[ and he really is. he used to be the guy with the deathwish, but that's not him anymore. he's trying to do his best. his best is just never good enough. ]

[beyourzoomer]

[She notices, when he doesn't look at her. She knows what it means, and she doesn't like it, but when has that ever really mattered? Max rises to her feet, hesitating momentarily and then reaching out and letting her hand rest on his shoulder for a brief moment.]

i'm glad you're all right.

[Max gives him the barest hint of a smile before turning to head for the door.]

[oorah]

[ he looks up into her eyes when she touches him, trying not to bare too much in them. but he's never been good at that -- frank castle has always worn his heart on his sleeve, big fuckoff marine or not. all he can do is eke out a nod and watch her leave. ]