Those words hit him like hot iron slicing through his own body this time. A familiar feeling, but one he hasn't grown accustomed to with Clara. It was always going to happen, wasn't it? They got too comfortable, someone must have seen them together; she's been here too long... The thoughts swirl and swirl to the same end. She isn't safe here with him, despite her claims. This never would have happened if she were.

"Me too," is all he manages at first, swallowing past the rapidly growing dry patch in his throat. What a foolish endeavor. The Punisher in love? What was he thinking? "This was never supposed to happen." Frank deliberately doesn't specify which 'this' he's referring to as his eyes dart away from hers again and travel back down to his untouched sandwich.