Frank was still looking at Matt as the other man turned and sat. Bare chested. He looked, of course he looked, but he felt bad. It was like taking advantage.
"You work out?" Frank asked, giving Matt the subtle hint that he could be seen. And that Frank was doing some seeing. But maybe he would ignore that.
"You don't like palatable? You're pretty palatable, Murdock," he teased, still not turning his head away. He gave a shrug of his shoulders and hummed his acknowledgement of Matt's words. "Ain't like we were buddies back in the Kitchen, huh? I was serious when I said you did a good job, though. Tryin' to help me. And yeah- it's weird. It's real fuckin' weird. I was out-" he started, then stopped, because telling Matt he was looking for his dog sounded stupid. He'd need to go through all that story- "-then I'm here and-I'm sorry if I was a jerk. I'm sorry I was." They were doing this, apparently. Not that Frank minded. He wasn't above apologising.
The question about the army threw him slightly. Not that it was a personal question but- it kind of was.
"Nine eleven," Frank replied, fingers migrating to the chain again. "I signed up the day after. Wanted to save the world. Maria called me an idiot, somethin so dangerous making me want to walk into the line of fire. Kinda think the uniform won her round in the end. I was a kid. Spent my whole life- my whole life out there."