[ as stupid as it may or may not be, frank had taken to silence like a duck to water. he takes comfort in the simplicity of his interactions here, and perhaps more importantly not ever having to share more than he'd like to. though a few had attempted to force his hand. he hasn't even told anyone his name, except for the children. he's weak to their wide eyes and nervous smiles, and he wants to be someone they can trust -- a protectorate, even for the ones who don't need him.
the challenge of a gaze doesn't even register for a guy who eats intense eye contact for breakfast (lunch and dinner too, when he's peckish.) and even before hawkeye admits to being a liability, frank could have guessed, everything about the man spelling running commentary from the moment he walked in. the marine rolls his eyes -- it's good natured enough so long as hawkeye can go on behaving.
he mouths No Shit and silently pours himself another glass with precision before downing half of it in one go. ]
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the challenge of a gaze doesn't even register for a guy who eats intense eye contact for breakfast (lunch and dinner too, when he's peckish.) and even before hawkeye admits to being a liability, frank could have guessed, everything about the man spelling running commentary from the moment he walked in. the marine rolls his eyes -- it's good natured enough so long as hawkeye can go on behaving.
he mouths No Shit and silently pours himself another glass with precision before downing half of it in one go. ]