[Comfort on Frank isn't a sight. It's how his heart slows. The way he stops clenching his jaw. It's how his breathing evens. Yeah, Matt Murdock did that. He is at the fridge and has two beers in hand. One for himself and one for Frank. He twists off the caps and stays at his own pace.]
If I didn't like those sheets I'd pour it over your head.
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If I didn't like those sheets I'd pour it over your head.