[ it takes all he has not to just laugh in her face. him, frank castle? handling it? holding anything together? you got the wrong fucking guy karen II. instead, he tips his head and shrugs one shoulder. he still isn't ever sure how honest to be about his life at home with his friends here. he doesn't think his bodycount really matters in a place like this, but for as much as he likes being viewed as somewhat of a "tough guy" he doesn't want kara scared of him. he would never want that. ]
I break down, too. You're not special. [ which is affectionate, actually, at least in the tone of his voice. they're all (something like) human, right? they break down sometimes, even soldiers like him. maybe especially soldiers like him. ] But you really shouldn't take my advice. [ or listen to him, you know. ever. he's the reason shit got so botched with faith and it won't be the last time he fucks up. but his gaze is steady when it meets hers this time -- no matter what else happens, she can always come here to him. he'll never turn her away. ]
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I break down, too. You're not special. [ which is affectionate, actually, at least in the tone of his voice. they're all (something like) human, right? they break down sometimes, even soldiers like him. maybe especially soldiers like him. ] But you really shouldn't take my advice. [ or listen to him, you know. ever. he's the reason shit got so botched with faith and it won't be the last time he fucks up. but his gaze is steady when it meets hers this time -- no matter what else happens, she can always come here to him. he'll never turn her away. ]