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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[fightlikehell]

[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.

[retributivejustice]

Yeah, I'm sure you would.

(He sits up and reaches for a beer, hoping Matt's going to climb into bed with him. Invite him to stay. Maybe they can share their solitude.)

[fightlikehell]

[Matt says nothing, though his dopey smile will both eyebrows raised as though in a challenge. He sighs as he climbs back onto the bed, going to sit up at the head board. Wherever Frank is, he pulls at his arm, urging him in the same way, either against him or the bed from. Whatever. Whichever. As long as he's close.]

...thanks for coming.

[retributivejustice]

(Frank leans against Matt easily. Like it was a normal occurrence.)

Thanks for making me come.

[fightlikehell]

[He takes a long drink of his beer. It tastes good with the lingering smell of sex in the air.]

You uh don't have to be a stranger. You knew where to come to.

[And he knows who Matt is. Who is to say there isn't more to know after all? They have a lot more chemistry than just giving one another black eyes.]