“Okay,” Frank nodded. Superpowers. Okay. That was fine. Enhanced senses. Fine. “Okay. So you, what? Use radar or something? To know where you’re goin’? To know where I’m gonna hit or- where I am?” The comment about his fabric conditioner made him uneasy, though. Just a little something in the back of his mind questioned whether or not it was just synthetic things Matt could smell, and that little something was convinced it probably went a lot deeper than that. How well could he hear? Could he hear Frank’s heartbeat? Could he hear it from a distance?
“The fabric conditioner is Karen’s. I don’t usually go for scented stuff-“ he replied instead, swirling his whiskey around in its glass. “They care about you,” Frank added. Karen especially, but that didn’t seem like his place to say. She’d been good to him, too. He couldn’t forget that.
He managed a little laugh at the end, a half-chuckle, genuinely feeling lighter for the moment. “I’m sure if that maniac had wanted to kill you he wouldn’t have missed. I reckon he might’ve thought you were kinda annoying but definitely one of the good guys. Some maniacs have a heart,” Frank added, grinning.