[ he tips his head to concede her point, finding his theory more-or-less confirmed for how she arrived at the conclusion she should fuck him of all people. he's not above a little analysis, so he doesn't mind that she does it, but then she keeps going. and it's almost... impressive? they've said, what? two goddamn words to each other and she thinks she knows everything there is to know, is that it?
frank sets down his beer and sits up, listening to her with his full body, expression impassive. she's practically shouting his name from where he's sitting, but no one even bats an eye. what a classy place. he has better things to worry about anyway. he can't figure out her goal here. does she want him to get pissed and leave, or maybe reneg on his supposed 'rejection.' he still doesn't feel like he was propositioned to a degree he could actually answer to, but that's him, right? old-fashioned. he misses the simple life. right. ]
You wanna hear something sad, Jones? I mean, really sad. [ she probably doesn't, but he's licking his busted lips and rearing back to tell her anyway. ] I don't. Miss it. That married life, that family life... I loved my family, of course I did, more than anything in this whole goddamn rotten world, but. I sucked at it. I was never there for my kids, because being a Marine? That would always come first. You think I look back on it with rose-tinted glasses, but the truth is? The real truth is this is who I am. This is who I always was.
[ he leans real close to her now, hand out on the counter to stabilize himself. It's just as bruised up as his face, if not more. ]
You think you could break me? I know you've got some knockoff Captain America shit going on, but I've been shot, stabbed, bitten, tortured. That's a Sunday afternoon to me. A goddamn stroll through the park. The Punisher is Frank Castle. One in the fucking same.
[ his eyes flash dangerously, he'd gone from prey to predator in an instant, but the real truth is... he really wants to kiss her right now. his gaze draws down to those full lips before he remembers himself, snapping back up. yeah, okay, he admits it: if anyone's in trouble here, it's him. ]
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frank sets down his beer and sits up, listening to her with his full body, expression impassive. she's practically shouting his name from where he's sitting, but no one even bats an eye. what a classy place. he has better things to worry about anyway. he can't figure out her goal here. does she want him to get pissed and leave, or maybe reneg on his supposed 'rejection.' he still doesn't feel like he was propositioned to a degree he could actually answer to, but that's him, right? old-fashioned. he misses the simple life. right. ]
You wanna hear something sad, Jones? I mean, really sad. [ she probably doesn't, but he's licking his busted lips and rearing back to tell her anyway. ] I don't. Miss it. That married life, that family life... I loved my family, of course I did, more than anything in this whole goddamn rotten world, but. I sucked at it. I was never there for my kids, because being a Marine? That would always come first. You think I look back on it with rose-tinted glasses, but the truth is? The real truth is this is who I am. This is who I always was.
[ he leans real close to her now, hand out on the counter to stabilize himself. It's just as bruised up as his face, if not more. ]
You think you could break me? I know you've got some knockoff Captain America shit going on, but I've been shot, stabbed, bitten, tortured. That's a Sunday afternoon to me. A goddamn stroll through the park. The Punisher is Frank Castle. One in the fucking same.
[ his eyes flash dangerously, he'd gone from prey to predator in an instant, but the real truth is... he really wants to kiss her right now. his gaze draws down to those full lips before he remembers himself, snapping back up. yeah, okay, he admits it: if anyone's in trouble here, it's him. ]