[ his heart stutters, picking up speed when the man pulls him in. everything about him feels like home even if he smells like copper and sweat. in the end, that's familiar too and it only takes a moment before frank can get a heavy arm around his back, holding him against his sturdy frame and squeezing his eyes shut. he can't cry, not here. but micro is here, with him. as much as he didn't want this -- as much as he hates it -- he can't deny that he needed him. was half a person in his absence; or perhaps even less. frank castle is only fragments of an approximation of human life on his own in any case, let alone in a place like this. a place without proper communication or objectives. one tear stubbornly tracks down, caught against micro's cheek as he holds onto him for dear life. ]
Fuck you. [ he murmurs it into david's ear, heartfelt. the man always had to follow him into the most dangerous situations, even if it wasn't his intention this time. even if neither of them have any control over this. he grips a little tighter as a result, his fist bunching in the robin's egg blue fabric. an obnoxious color that brings out david's eyes and makes him stand out even more against the backdrop of frank's silent existence here. his bright yellow-orange contrasts brightly with it, as ever, they are yin and yang. ]
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Fuck you. [ he murmurs it into david's ear, heartfelt. the man always had to follow him into the most dangerous situations, even if it wasn't his intention this time. even if neither of them have any control over this. he grips a little tighter as a result, his fist bunching in the robin's egg blue fabric. an obnoxious color that brings out david's eyes and makes him stand out even more against the backdrop of frank's silent existence here. his bright yellow-orange contrasts brightly with it, as ever, they are yin and yang. ]