[ Matt would stay all day and night if it would do more to help. He stays in a lot as it is, but he can't always. Like tonight. Tonight he'd had to go out to try and gather some information on some players that might have to do with what happened to both himself and Castle.
It doesn't mean he doesn't lose his focus, though. It doesn't mean he can block each noise from his apartment. He tries. He manages to interrogate a handful of worthless people, doing little more than bruising his knuckles, and catching a hit or two himself. It's enough to start to bruise his mouth, but not break skin.
He can only stay away so long when he realizes how bad of a night it is for Frank, and he's taking back to the rooftops to get back as quickly as he can. He's inside, heading down the stairs at the top of the apartment, and to the couch, still in his black suit. He pushes the mask up from where it's covering his eyes, and kneels down, letting Frank take hold of him, and reaching out to brace hands on his forearms in turn. ]
That's right. [ He ignores him saying the wrong name, and how it makes his heart clench in his chest. He'd give anything to give what he lost back to him, but that isn't something that's in his power. There are days, he doubts, it's even in God's. Father Lantom would be disappointed to hear, but he can't remember the last time he went to confession. ] It's me. We're in my apartment. Just breathe.
[ He shifts, letting go with one hand to find the tissues on the coffee table, and brings it over to the couch. ]
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It doesn't mean he doesn't lose his focus, though. It doesn't mean he can block each noise from his apartment. He tries. He manages to interrogate a handful of worthless people, doing little more than bruising his knuckles, and catching a hit or two himself. It's enough to start to bruise his mouth, but not break skin.
He can only stay away so long when he realizes how bad of a night it is for Frank, and he's taking back to the rooftops to get back as quickly as he can. He's inside, heading down the stairs at the top of the apartment, and to the couch, still in his black suit. He pushes the mask up from where it's covering his eyes, and kneels down, letting Frank take hold of him, and reaching out to brace hands on his forearms in turn. ]
That's right. [ He ignores him saying the wrong name, and how it makes his heart clench in his chest. He'd give anything to give what he lost back to him, but that isn't something that's in his power. There are days, he doubts, it's even in God's. Father Lantom would be disappointed to hear, but he can't remember the last time he went to confession. ] It's me. We're in my apartment. Just breathe.
[ He shifts, letting go with one hand to find the tissues on the coffee table, and brings it over to the couch. ]