“Lot more than even I thought,” Frank replied. “Shit. Well- shit maybe I’ll tell you one day, yeah?” Maybe one day. For catharsis. The devil might not agree with him, but he was a good listener.”
He shrugged his shoulders in a little dismissive gesture, his gaze back on the other man. “You’re good. No hard feelings,” Frank replied, tongue wetting his lips for a seconds. The ninjas. Yeah. That felt like years ago sometimes. “And you’re welcome. I know you hated me but I figured you’d probably do the same for me. Or maybe I’m just a nice guy beneath all this-“ he made a vague gesture to himself that still felt weird to do in front of a blind man. And now he was curious. Because this guy was a great fighter, but he was blind. Frank didn’t doubt that for a second. But it didn’t seem like the right time. If there would ever be one.
“Congratulations on your lawyering, too, man. Whatever you did has Stark singing your praises, and I get the feeling that ain’t a thing he does lightly. So-“ he nodded. “So yeah. I guess- guess I’ll see you ‘round, Red?”