Frank snorted. "A bad shot? Wasn't that the same asshole who was picking off ninjas from a rooftop like, a hundred metres away from you?" he joked back, tapping the rim of his glass with his finger.
He settled, listening to Matt speak, head lifting slightly, eyes settling on the other man as he described- Frank licked his lips and let out a breath. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what. It wasn't exactly... it was intimate. That description. How Matt saw the world. It was intimate. It should feel invasive, Frank was sure he should be uncomfortable. He didn't.
"Yeah," he spoke finally, his voice a soft rasp. "Yeah, she reprimanded me all the time, told me I shouldn't get involved in stuff. Told me to stop killin' people," Frank smiled, because really, that was sound advice, just not advice he could take. "She doesn't get it. But you can't have it every way."
He finally brought his drink to his lips to sip it, careful not to make too much noise doing so. Which surprised him.