( 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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( 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?