[ the words hit him like a blow, after the initial shock of it, he's looking at her still. his expression is as open and readable as ever, the big bad punisher... who wears his heart on his goddamn sleeves. frank reaches out for whatever he can connect with, his hand settling on her knee and squeezing. even in this state, he wants to hold her. he wants to curl up next to her and forget the rest of the world is even out there in that snowy abyss.
most of all, he's just so grateful that she's still here. ] No, you're not. [ and if that's what he was looking for here he'd have blown his brains out already. but for as much as jess knows about him on paper, she doesn't know his heart and his head. not like maria did. and yet he'd said goodbye to her, willfully. before he'd ever even known jessica existed. he isn't chasing his wife's memory, he's trying to start fresh. maybe it's not enough... but what if it is? what if this is it for them and they squander it being retards? ]
What do you need from me? A Venn diagram? Because I'll draw one up right now. [ it's painfully earnest, as much as he is poking fun ever so subtly. ]
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most of all, he's just so grateful that she's still here. ] No, you're not. [ and if that's what he was looking for here he'd have blown his brains out already. but for as much as jess knows about him on paper, she doesn't know his heart and his head. not like maria did. and yet he'd said goodbye to her, willfully. before he'd ever even known jessica existed. he isn't chasing his wife's memory, he's trying to start fresh. maybe it's not enough... but what if it is? what if this is it for them and they squander it being retards? ]
What do you need from me? A Venn diagram? Because I'll draw one up right now. [ it's painfully earnest, as much as he is poking fun ever so subtly. ]