[ whenever charlie does in fact want to visit, frank will make his way down to jfk airport to pick him up. no cabs!!! he's got this, his giant monster truck looming in the parking lot. well, okay it's just a truck but it's a really big black truck with duly wheels. it's basically the truck you would expect if someone said 'picture frank castle as a truck.' so here they are. he's also refusing to let charlie carry any of his own things, bags slung over each arm and shoulder as he leads the way through and smoothly deposits the luggage into the bed. he lifts his eyebrows and goes around to the driver's seat to unlock it and tie the bags to the side so they aren't knocking around on the highway. he draws the line at opening charlie's door for him, though it was a near thing. ]
How was the flight? [ he asks, a bit of nervous energy pulling under his skin and causing his fingers to dance against the steering wheel as they both settle in and buckle up in preparation for the journey back into the city. ]
surprise thing!!!!
How was the flight? [ he asks, a bit of nervous energy pulling under his skin and causing his fingers to dance against the steering wheel as they both settle in and buckle up in preparation for the journey back into the city. ]