[ frank sits and eats with an equally listless expression, his jar of booze sat next to him like a favored friend. he hopes this is the beginning of an alliance of sorts, between himself and jess, but he has no expectations. even with no words exchanged, he can't help thinking they're a lot alike. he's going to be keeping a close eye on kilgrave, or at least those who interact with him from now on, since he really should heed her warning and stay the fuck away. he'd been someone's weapon once, he isn't keen to repeat the performance. ]
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