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What: Following this.

So Matt could probably figure it all out himself. It's not too hard to decipher food cartons, really, and he's adept enough to not kill himself or burn down his place. But there's been all that sutff in the news about the latest Avengers snafu and treaties about governing costumed teams and Matt's unsettled by it. Sure he's nowhere near Avenger level (thankfully), but this means it's only a matter of time before they want to write treaties concerning all of them. And Matt's not sure how he feels about that. He's all for the law, he's all for accountability as hypocritical as that seems. But this is something he wants to stay out of.

Best not to think about it.

He's almost certain Frank is on the way. It'll offer a decent distraction, even if that distraction is Frank taking the piss out of him for that awful misfired message. There will be food, though, and Matt's all for that. ... And apparently a dog, too, because he hears the patter of paws and a chain jingling, accompanying heavy boots. Matt moves to unlock the door before they reach it.

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"No idea. Not nice, I imagine." Matt knows what death smells like, he knows what dying smells like. But he's never had the pleasure of smelling illness. "I hear you can smell mental diseases, too. Anything's possible, right?"

Finished with his food, Matt slips from the stool and carries his plate around to the sink.

"Thanks, by the way, if I haven't already said it. For ... Feeding me."

Frank finds it hard to admit even to himself that he just missed, you know, helping. Being useful around a house. Fixing something that doesn't come out of a series of little bags and watching someone enjoy eating it. Being in a kitchen and thinking about something other than killing for more than a half hour.

Now all he's got is that dog, who looks up at him with those big, soft eyes, and he can't help but think of Matt every time.

"Yeah," he says, gruffly, dumping the potatoes into the water and glancing over his shoulder to Red at the sink. "You got shit you don't like to eat you should probably tell me now. I'm gonna throw everything in there together and freeze it so you can just thaw it later."

It's ... Well, it's nice. No one in Matt's recent years has given him this much, not by a long shot. It's funny it should be Frank of all people. Their history hasn't exactly pointed towards this but now that they're here, Matt likes it. He does his best to be independent, sure. He just can't deny how good it is to have someone take care of him. It makes him duck his head to hide a smile.

"I'll eat anything."