[Despite how much he hates getting peoples' hopes up - this Frank Castle train doesn't stop between its origin and destination stations of Pain and Disappointment - he can see the change in her expression. Could almost feel it change in the air. And while he won't pretend, it's just as hard for him to just press his lips into a thin, flat line and say nothing about it.
He can take small comfort in the fact that she knows. Staying for him is like a driftwood in the ocean. He might not be moving but the tides will take him where they want him to go. Eventually she'll have the whole place back to herself again, but for now. This stupid hunk of log is just going to follow along.]
Is this going to be a good kind of surprise or a bad kind? [He's actually smiling - if that curl at the corner of his lips could be called that - so clearly he's keen.]
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He can take small comfort in the fact that she knows. Staying for him is like a driftwood in the ocean. He might not be moving but the tides will take him where they want him to go. Eventually she'll have the whole place back to herself again, but for now. This stupid hunk of log is just going to follow along.]
Is this going to be a good kind of surprise or a bad kind? [He's actually smiling - if that curl at the corner of his lips could be called that - so clearly he's keen.]