[ people usually reject him not the other way around so he's just kind of... staring at her as he realizes that's exactly what happened. it would be really stupid to say he didn't mean it, but... well, no, he did. he's going to revisit it though, even if he doesn't tell her that. ]

See, that's the spirit.

[ he likes that, so he clinks his bottle against her glass again and takes a long sip. ok... now he's ready to say something about the actual topic at hand. well, maybe. (probably not.) ((frank shut the fuck up)) ]

So you thought... hey, the Punisher probably isn't doing anything important and he's kind of a loser so I'm gonna hit him up for...?

[ oh god, two and a half beers on no food and very little sleep is a recipe for disaster, he's laughing again, laughing so hard he has to wipe his eyes. this looks bad. he thinks it makes him out to be way more pathetic than her but he knows he's being an asshole. ]

Sorry, fuck— sorry. I'm not laughing at you. It just honestly didn't... [ even occur to him, because...? ] Kind of assumed you were outta my league, you know.

[ he still 100% thinks that btw. ]