Funny. You been working on your sense of humor, Frankie?
( joining him at the couch, billy sets down his plate and a pack of beer on the coffee table as he sits down next to him. ) I don't remember the last time I've cooked a meal for someone though.
( he reaches over to pull out a can for frank and then himself, handing it to him.
got the cheap stuff. just the way frank likes it. nothing too fancy. ) It's kinda nice, you know. ( he cracks open the beer, holding it toward him. cheers, y/y? )
[ There's a casualness in his tone that would almost surprise him on account of it being so foreign these days, but with the presence of his own friend, he recognizes the familiarity of it. They'd always been like these, exchanging banter, each draped on their own bunks at the base, shared laughs easing the tensions of their responsibilities there. ]
Yeah. [ He mutters a bit more quietly, his eyes locked upon the food on his plate, taking in another bite to fill in the space of that pause he finds soon after.
His own cooking had been more recent, just before his arrival here, throwing together a few ingredients between him and Lieberman on account of them being stuck together for a time while Frank took care of the things he needed to. Things he was kept from doing here. ]
Sounds like you need to make a better habit of it. Eggs ain't bad, Russo.
( he's used to being alone, used to only having to take care of his own needs. he found a family in the army, but after what had happened to frank, he was back to where he'd started. so, he threw all of his focus on anvil, on helping those who needed to find a way to readjust to life after the military.
it didn't fix the loneliness, but at least it distracted him from it.
taking a slow sip of his beer, billy picks up his plate as he sinks back into the couch. )
[ He chuckles, easy on his throat as it shifts into a muffling hum with another large forkful of food lodged in his mouth. ]
Yeah, alright. Guess I can throw together something next time.
[ The city's still shit, the whole scenario they've been thrown in is shit, but there's something in this that's easing. Having Bill here, someone who knows him as he does, not just one side of Frank Castle, but multitudes of layers that have long since been seen.
He falls silent for a time before he speaks again, quieter this time. ]
You, uh, you handling this okay? This whole, you know, the shit they want us doing. [ They hadn't really talked about it, but something still tugs at him, still leaves him anxious to figure out his own next step in dealing with it. ]
( is he handling this okay? that's a loaded question if he's ever heard one. )
You know me, man. I can roll with the punches. ( it... hit a particularly rough patch for him not too long ago, so the answer is actually a no from him. but there are some parts of his life that he doesn't even want frank knowing and he doesn't want him asking questions he can't answer by bringing it up. ) I don't like it any more than anybody else here, but I can adapt. It's what we have to do right now. Adapt.
( forking some of the pasta into his mouth, he takes advantage of the brief silence to regroup. )
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( joining him at the couch, billy sets down his plate and a pack of beer on the coffee table as he sits down next to him. ) I don't remember the last time I've cooked a meal for someone though.
( he reaches over to pull out a can for frank and then himself, handing it to him.
got the cheap stuff. just the way frank likes it. nothing too fancy. ) It's kinda nice, you know. ( he cracks open the beer, holding it toward him. cheers, y/y? )
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[ There's a casualness in his tone that would almost surprise him on account of it being so foreign these days, but with the presence of his own friend, he recognizes the familiarity of it. They'd always been like these, exchanging banter, each draped on their own bunks at the base, shared laughs easing the tensions of their responsibilities there. ]
Yeah. [ He mutters a bit more quietly, his eyes locked upon the food on his plate, taking in another bite to fill in the space of that pause he finds soon after.
His own cooking had been more recent, just before his arrival here, throwing together a few ingredients between him and Lieberman on account of them being stuck together for a time while Frank took care of the things he needed to. Things he was kept from doing here. ]
Sounds like you need to make a better habit of it. Eggs ain't bad, Russo.
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( he's used to being alone, used to only having to take care of his own needs. he found a family in the army, but after what had happened to frank, he was back to where he'd started. so, he threw all of his focus on anvil, on helping those who needed to find a way to readjust to life after the military.
it didn't fix the loneliness, but at least it distracted him from it.
taking a slow sip of his beer, billy picks up his plate as he sinks back into the couch. )
I'd still rather you cook for me though.
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Yeah, alright. Guess I can throw together something next time.
[ The city's still shit, the whole scenario they've been thrown in is shit, but there's something in this that's easing. Having Bill here, someone who knows him as he does, not just one side of Frank Castle, but multitudes of layers that have long since been seen.
He falls silent for a time before he speaks again, quieter this time. ]
You, uh, you handling this okay? This whole, you know, the shit they want us doing. [ They hadn't really talked about it, but something still tugs at him, still leaves him anxious to figure out his own next step in dealing with it. ]
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You know me, man. I can roll with the punches. ( it... hit a particularly rough patch for him not too long ago, so the answer is actually a no from him. but there are some parts of his life that he doesn't even want frank knowing and he doesn't want him asking questions he can't answer by bringing it up. ) I don't like it any more than anybody else here, but I can adapt. It's what we have to do right now. Adapt.
( forking some of the pasta into his mouth, he takes advantage of the brief silence to regroup. )
What about you? How are you handling it?