Hello, hello, hello.

[fightlikehell]

"Hello, you've reached the personal voice mailbox of---" "Matt Murdock." "---Please leave a message after the tone!"

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[retributivejustice]

I came here t'see you. And I'm seein' you. A lot of you.

(If Matt can sense the smallest of smiles in voices, he'll know Frank's mouth is curving around those words. Kind of a mischievous smile, the kind he always seems to have.)

Nice couch.

(That's definitely sarcasm. He leans down on one knee to unlace his boots and toe them off before crossing over to the ugly couch.)

[fightlikehell]

[A lot, yes. That was what was promised. And he can hear Frank's heart beating, the way his lips move as he speaks. Matt starts to close the distance, moving a little like he would in those red pajamas, cautious and light on his feet. There isn't any clear threat here. Nerves and anticipation.]

Are you gonna punch me in the face if I touch you first?