[ he swallows, thinking of all the people he owes. and of david lieberman saying he wouldn't forget what frank had done for him. when he does things for others, it's never with the expectation of a return. in fact, he'd rather they just take what he gave freely and not talk about it. but he knows claire isn't that way, and he likes that about her almost as much as the rest.
realizing he's doing some of his own clinging belatedly, he starts to gingerly back out of their deep embrace, which is difficult without letting go entirely. he just needs to put some space between them, to think. something he'd never been great at for prolonged periods of time, let alone forming them into words. ]
I, uh. I'm sure I'll be calling you soon enough. [ to dig more bullets out of him and generally save his life? or whatever. they both know he can't stop what he's doing, he won't. ]
[ When she feels him start to pull away, Claire lets him, a little reluctantly. She's already taken so much tonight, she can't ask for more of him. ]
I don't mean to repay you by stitching you back up. That's - different.
[ This moment right now, is the two of them. Not what they do, and what brings them together more often than not. This is them shedding layers, offering bits and pieces about themselves that have nothing to do with their chosen vocations.
But it's also more difficult when they're not hiding behind them, when she's here, feeling raw and exposed and younger than she actually is. ]
Like. I could make you dinner, one of these days. A proper Cuban meal.
[ different. one broad hand still palms her hip, but they're far enough apart now that he can look at her face; and somehow that feels twice as dangerous. he takes a sharp breath in through his nose and pretending he isn't making the connection. the offer of a meal makes him think of the liebermans again, how many dinners he's turned down. ]
...Okay. [ his wide, soft gaze searches hers, the slightest frown of uncertainty tracing his lips. his own agreement seems to take him by surprise, but he doesn't open his mouth again to take it back. ]
[ She can feel his eyes track over her face, like he's unsure - and maybe he is, but she doesn't know of what. There are a million things she could offer, and if he was someone else, maybe she would. Maybe she would lean in, right here, press her lips to his in a grateful kiss, but.
She's already pushed so many boundaries, tonight, and she has no idea if rejection wouldn't send her spiraling again. She wouldn't risk their fragile connection just for a physical one, as much as she'd like it - some things are more important than sex, and intimacy is still there, in the few inches between them, his hand on her and her hand on him and her vulnerability, spilled out on the sheets. ]
It's all pretty much staples - beans and rice. Ropa vieja is a family favorite.
[ It feels easier to keep talking about food than the tension between them right now. ]
[ he nods minutely at her description. it sounds good, and it will be all the better because it'll be made by her hand. his breath shakes a little when he exhales, unable to tear his eyes away from hers and sure she can hear his heart thundering loudly because that's how it sounds in his own ears. ]
[ She nods too, barely noticeable. There's something she'd ask him, if she was feeling her usual kind of bold, but right now it feels like she's too fragile to handle being told no, so she stashes the question away, looking down, tucking hair behind her ear. ]
Yeah, I do, thanks. [And thanks to you, she doesn't add because she knows he doesn't want to hear it again. Completely absentmindedly, her fingers toy with the hem of his shirt, flipping it back and forth between thumb and index. ]
Don't think I'm going to sleep again any time soon, though.
Sun's coming up anyway. [ he says like it means something. once he's up he's up too so he gets it. ]
Want me to make some coffee? [ a tiny, involuntary twitch goes through his middle at the way she plays with his shirt, wishing he could shove all those feelings aside and just focus on helping her now. without thinking, his hand comes up to brush some of her sweat-slick hair out of her face. ] You might feel better after a shower, too.
[ Licking her lips, Claire nods, smoothing his shirt down and pulling back a little, managing not to lean into his touch, even though she wants to. Wants to curl up right here, stay safe in his arms.
It's a pretty unusual thought for Claire, and she's quick to shake it off. ]
Yeah. I'll take a quick shower. Coffee would be nice. I could cook you breakfast, if you're hungry.
[ She's not much for domesticity, but she's half Cuban - feeding people is in her very blood. ]
[ his lips part on a tiny exhale, as silent as it is affected. she pulls away and he stays rooted to the spot, as grateful for the distance as he wants to bridge it all over again. ] Uh. [ frank swallows, then slowly nods. he knows how grounding it could be, to cook for someone else. and maybe it would encourage her to eat, too, which he knows she needs. slowly, he starts to move away, planting one foot on the ground and then the other. he looks over her from the edge of the bed, and hopes that he helped. even if it was only a fraction of a tiny amount, he'd like that. to have helped her, and not for all the times she's helped him. but just because he wanted to.
frank goes back to his things and starts slowly reassembling himself like the snap-pieces of a late model g.i. joe. it takes a little longer to make the pieces fit than when he had removed them, but he manages before turning to offer her a brave smile. ] I'll see you soon.
[ he lingers in the doorway just a moment, feeling strange about leaving her even if the apartment isn't all that big. she can call if she needs help easily, but it's hard to let go when you're frank castle. when the only things he ever cared about were snatched from him without him even having to leave the room. despite the lingering rawness, frank swallows and carries onto her kitchen. whenever she emerges, he'll be drinking coffee with his bulky frame propped up by the counter and his jacket held on the back of a chair. ]
[ She turns back towards Frank after she stands up, wrapping her arms around herself for a moment before thinking fuck it to herself, leaning in and pressing her lips to his cheek, just for an instant, so fast that it could almost be something both of them pretend never happened. ]
Yeah.
[ And then she's in the bathroom, shedding her sleep clothes after turning on the water, letting it heat up, the room soon steaming up. If she mostly sits in the tub under the spray of water, well. No one has to know, and it still feels good, makes her feel more like herself, shaking the remnants of the fear that was clinging to her frame.
She isn't long in the shower, or to get herself back into clothes, clean sweats and a loose tank top, padding barefoot to her kitchen and going straight for the coffee pot, and then the fridge, bending over to check what she's got. ]
I can make us some huevos rancheros. Not Cuban food exactly, so don't go telling my mom.
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realizing he's doing some of his own clinging belatedly, he starts to gingerly back out of their deep embrace, which is difficult without letting go entirely. he just needs to put some space between them, to think. something he'd never been great at for prolonged periods of time, let alone forming them into words. ]
I, uh. I'm sure I'll be calling you soon enough. [ to dig more bullets out of him and generally save his life? or whatever. they both know he can't stop what he's doing, he won't. ]
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I don't mean to repay you by stitching you back up. That's - different.
[ This moment right now, is the two of them. Not what they do, and what brings them together more often than not. This is them shedding layers, offering bits and pieces about themselves that have nothing to do with their chosen vocations.
But it's also more difficult when they're not hiding behind them, when she's here, feeling raw and exposed and younger than she actually is. ]
Like. I could make you dinner, one of these days. A proper Cuban meal.
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...Okay. [ his wide, soft gaze searches hers, the slightest frown of uncertainty tracing his lips. his own agreement seems to take him by surprise, but he doesn't open his mouth again to take it back. ]
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She's already pushed so many boundaries, tonight, and she has no idea if rejection wouldn't send her spiraling again. She wouldn't risk their fragile connection just for a physical one, as much as she'd like it - some things are more important than sex, and intimacy is still there, in the few inches between them, his hand on her and her hand on him and her vulnerability, spilled out on the sheets. ]
It's all pretty much staples - beans and rice. Ropa vieja is a family favorite.
[ It feels easier to keep talking about food than the tension between them right now. ]
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Do you feel any better?
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Yeah, I do, thanks. [ And thanks to you, she doesn't add because she knows he doesn't want to hear it again. Completely absentmindedly, her fingers toy with the hem of his shirt, flipping it back and forth between thumb and index. ]
Don't think I'm going to sleep again any time soon, though.
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Want me to make some coffee? [ a tiny, involuntary twitch goes through his middle at the way she plays with his shirt, wishing he could shove all those feelings aside and just focus on helping her now. without thinking, his hand comes up to brush some of her sweat-slick hair out of her face. ] You might feel better after a shower, too.
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It's a pretty unusual thought for Claire, and she's quick to shake it off. ]
Yeah. I'll take a quick shower. Coffee would be nice. I could cook you breakfast, if you're hungry.
[ She's not much for domesticity, but she's half Cuban - feeding people is in her very blood. ]
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frank goes back to his things and starts slowly reassembling himself like the snap-pieces of a late model g.i. joe. it takes a little longer to make the pieces fit than when he had removed them, but he manages before turning to offer her a brave smile. ] I'll see you soon.
[ he lingers in the doorway just a moment, feeling strange about leaving her even if the apartment isn't all that big. she can call if she needs help easily, but it's hard to let go when you're frank castle. when the only things he ever cared about were snatched from him without him even having to leave the room. despite the lingering rawness, frank swallows and carries onto her kitchen. whenever she emerges, he'll be drinking coffee with his bulky frame propped up by the counter and his jacket held on the back of a chair. ]
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Yeah.
[ And then she's in the bathroom, shedding her sleep clothes after turning on the water, letting it heat up, the room soon steaming up. If she mostly sits in the tub under the spray of water, well. No one has to know, and it still feels good, makes her feel more like herself, shaking the remnants of the fear that was clinging to her frame.
She isn't long in the shower, or to get herself back into clothes, clean sweats and a loose tank top, padding barefoot to her kitchen and going straight for the coffee pot, and then the fridge, bending over to check what she's got. ]
I can make us some huevos rancheros. Not Cuban food exactly, so don't go telling my mom.