"What d'you mean?" Frank asked, tipping his head only slightly in Matt's direction. What did it matter if he looked at him when he spoke to him? Murdock couldn't see. But Frank felt obliged to, anyway, to fix his eyes on the dark glasses as though they could make eye contact.
He wondered for a second what coloured eyes the other man had. Just out of curiosity.
"I wanna get the hell outta here. I wanna get in with my goddamn life not floating in a dumb space head, but since I ain't gettin' none of that I was just thinkin'. That okay with you? Like I said, just pretend I'm not here, I'll stay outta your way. You only got to sleep next to me-"
He shifted his head again and closed his eyes. He could move, but why should he? There was no harm in him being here. They didn't have to speak or interact st all, as far as he was concerned.
"I'm glad they got you you're little talking tablet thing. Guess it's not too bad here-" and the space dog. He'd made Frank happier than he'd been in a while, which was bloody ridiculous. And why was he making small talk?
He let his hand move away from the chain, resting it on his chest instead, head still turned towards Matt.