[ he laughs, just a puff of amused air more than anything. yeah, pete doesn't really suit him, does it? it's not like he seems that worried if she wants to call him the fucking punisher right here. he's not and he's not even packing. that's how totally annoying he is.

but when she addresses the room at large, he scowls, eyes narrowing as he crowds a little closer to her. he's being intense af actually, which is kind of his specialty, but it might not be for the reason she expects. he looks upset suddenly, not angry, just upset. his eyes have that tellingly wet look to them and all of his intense focus is right on her face. it doesn't matter who else is in here because he doesn't give a fuck about them. ]

Hey. [ it's gruff, but sharp, he's calling her out. ] Hey. Don't say that, don't you say that. You're not a monster. And it's not easy, war is never easy. But you waged it and you won, so don't you ever feel bad about that. He was the monster and you put him down. You had to do that.

[ calm down, frank... he does, belatedly, forcing himself to breathe as he sets his beer down barely touched and straightens up a little to look over his shoulder then hers. ]

You're right about one thing: people are assholes.