Who: Frank Castle frankcastle & Ariel losthervoice What: Talking When: Thursday, October 3, evening Where: Frank & Ariel's Apartment Rating: Reader Discretion is Advised Warnings: Frank Castle. He's his own warning. Status: Closed/Incomplete
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Talking was worse than torture as far as Frank Castle was concerned.
His head was throbbing from a combination of factors he didn't want to think about as it would only make things worse. Frank knew from experience he needed to find a way to make peace with himself. Nothing good was going to come out of him moping around worse than some teenager with his feelings hurt.
Ariel was in their living room when Frank walked into the apartment. He'd been trying to stay away from her for---longer than he'd like to admit. She wasn't some monster he had to fight. She was the teenager in their place. All she'd done was try to find a way for him to reach out to others. It wasn't her fault she didn't know Frank was emotionally crippled in addition to broken from the loss of his family.
Casting a glance in her direction, Frank took in the tension in her posture and sighed, "You want to talk? I ain't good at it. I think we may need it though. Talking. You and me. Things haven't been good for us in a while and that's as much my fault as yours. Probably more my fault. I don't know. We just got our wires crossed and I know we have to do something to make things better. I figure talking is the place to start. So. Let's talk."
Frank moved to the recliner he liked the best out of all the furniture in the place and sat down, hands open on his knees as he forced himself to go still, get prepared for whatever Ariel might want to say to him.