There's a warmth that fills Matt for a moment. Not only because Frank decided that, despite the situation, he should grab something to eat that isn't something canned. But because he hears two bags hit the floor and he understands immediately.
"I told you I only needed one," he says, the gratefulness and fondness unmistakable in his voice. He does know how heavy it can get, though. He's used to wearing one nightly, and the materials are a balance of sturdy enough to protect him while still allowing flexibility. All of them together, plus the rest of his gear?
Matt walks over, finding the bags and then feeling for the zipper on one of them so he can reach inside and feel around. It's more than just grabbing everything, it's knowing Frank did it to keep any incriminating evidence out of Matt's home. Frank might bitch about Matt wearing a mask, but he gets it.
"Yeah, well... I didn't want them to get into anyone else's hands," he admits, though of course he also didn't want Matt to feel sad about his hard work ending up in some landfill. Fuck it. He isn't as sentimental about his own gear but he hopes Matt would've done the same for him (though it's questionable with his hatred for guns).
Frank hears the gratitude though and he accepts it. He runs a hand back through his hair as he catches his breath and then shakes his head. "No. Makes me suspicious though, it was almost too quiet. Maybe I got there just in time."
There's a rustling in his pocket and then he's approaching Matt from behind, holding out the card he picked up too. "I also thought you'd want this."
"Chasing down Dex and keeping the Fisks under high security detail might be their priority right now," Matt muses.
He's taking inventory of what's in the bags when he hears Frank moving. Reaching out, Matt's fingers graze the card, then the braille printed across it, and he feels his lip tremble for just a moment. There's a wash of emotion not just from the memorial card, but also that Frank took the time to grab it. That means more to Matt than any of the gear.
"Frank..."
His voice trails off. Matt's never been good at saying thank you. Even now, he's not sure that those words do any justice to the gratefulness he feels in the moment, so he lets his fingers brush against Frank's before he takes the card from him completely.
"He liked to complain about you, but I know he liked you."
They may be rough around the edges sometimes but Frank likes to think he knows Matt more than just what he needs physically. He listens. He hears his pain. The way he's been grieving for Foggy this past year has been difficult but faith means a lot to Matt... and it didn't take a genius to realize why he kept this.
Frank hears the gratitude and he nods to himself, not needing more than that. He gets it.
"Is that right?" there's an amused smile in his voice, wondering how true that is. "Pretty sure every time he caught me at your place, he wanted to strangle me a little." Not that Foggy ever would have. He was a good person, not a violent bone in his body as far as Frank knew.
"That's because you're a bad influence on me." Foggy's words, not Matt's. Matt doesn't need anyone to encourage him more than he does himself. "But he knew you wouldn't let anything happen to me. Or Karen, or him."
He feels the raised lettering of the card again, then lets a smile slip on to his face.
"All this and you still found time to grab a pizza. If I didn't know better, Mr. Castle, I'd think you like me."
Frank wonders if Matt realizes how freely he's talking about Foggy right now without hesitance, and it's kind of nice. It's good. Even Frank has to let out a little laugh at being called a bad influence.
"Little did he know you were always the worse influence," he teases, because Matt has definitely encouraged this... relationship over the years, more than Frank did at first. He was happy to hide away from it.
Look at them now.
He lets out a little psh at the liking comment, moving toward the pizza to grab a slice. He's starving too and he hasn't eaten "real" food in ages. "Something like that. Don't expect a Valentine's Day card or anything though."
Frank's eyes keep falling to the bandage but it's as good as it's gonna get in his bunker. He'll just have to make sure they check on it every once in a while, and he's sure Matt will tell him if he smells anything off like an infection.
"Good question," he says with a sigh, mirroring Matt's body language as he eats and thinks. At least he's safe here with Frank.
"You can't hide forever. Fisk's gonna wonder what happened to you. Your co-workers too, right?" He grumbles at the thought because if it was up to Frank he'd just keep Matt safe with him and deal with the rest later, but knowing Matt, that's not going to happen. "Bullseye... he's probably getting hunted too. Maybe we could lure him in somewhere, corner him ourselves. Offer an out."
"No, I think the firm will be all right. There's no personal history there with Kirsten or the associates."
Thank God for that, at least. At worst, the firm will take a hit from whatever Fisk does to take down Matt's name, but he trusts them to come out fine on the other side. He nods a bit as Frank goes on, because, yeah, Bullseye's something else entirely. Matt's not really sure where he stands on that part.
There's a reality that's starting to sink in for Matt. There's no way Fisk isn't going to release his identity. There will be video to back it up, too, and there's no way Matt can reasonably say it's a case of mistaken identity. It's going to cause an upheaval in his life, one way or another.
"Do you think we can make a trip to Jersey City tomorrow? I need to speak to my financial advisor."
The question comes out of nowhere but there is probably so much on Matt's mind, the stress clear, not only because of his physical wound. Frank still wishes he'd sit down and rest but he won't push it when Matt is a stubborn son of a bitch anyway. He's his own man, no matter how overprotective Frank is.
"Yeah, sure..." He squints a bit, curious: "I'm surprised you've got one in Jersey."
His mind is bouncing around to all possible scenarios, and, for once, Matt's trying to err on the side of caution.
"I'm a man of surprises."
He won't tell Frank it's going to be a house-call, but Matt can't exactly just stroll into a bank right now he thinks. His head tilts a bit as he eats and listens to the drone of the police radio.
"Do you think you'd be able to tap into the task force communications?"
"I'll drive you." Obviously, but he's just confirming this so Matt doesn't run off in a cab on his own without warning. "Guessing you can't give them a call huh?"
Probably not smart anyway. Phones are easier to trace and track than people.
The tapping is a good thought and Frank mulls it over through another slice, pushing off to go to his radio.
"I can try. They're probably on a secure channel if they're smart but..." He scoffs. "Not counting on that."
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"I told you I only needed one," he says, the gratefulness and fondness unmistakable in his voice. He does know how heavy it can get, though. He's used to wearing one nightly, and the materials are a balance of sturdy enough to protect him while still allowing flexibility. All of them together, plus the rest of his gear?
Matt walks over, finding the bags and then feeling for the zipper on one of them so he can reach inside and feel around. It's more than just grabbing everything, it's knowing Frank did it to keep any incriminating evidence out of Matt's home. Frank might bitch about Matt wearing a mask, but he gets it.
"You didn't run into problems?"
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Frank hears the gratitude though and he accepts it. He runs a hand back through his hair as he catches his breath and then shakes his head. "No. Makes me suspicious though, it was almost too quiet. Maybe I got there just in time."
There's a rustling in his pocket and then he's approaching Matt from behind, holding out the card he picked up too. "I also thought you'd want this."
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He's taking inventory of what's in the bags when he hears Frank moving. Reaching out, Matt's fingers graze the card, then the braille printed across it, and he feels his lip tremble for just a moment. There's a wash of emotion not just from the memorial card, but also that Frank took the time to grab it. That means more to Matt than any of the gear.
"Frank..."
His voice trails off. Matt's never been good at saying thank you. Even now, he's not sure that those words do any justice to the gratefulness he feels in the moment, so he lets his fingers brush against Frank's before he takes the card from him completely.
"He liked to complain about you, but I know he liked you."
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Frank hears the gratitude and he nods to himself, not needing more than that. He gets it.
"Is that right?" there's an amused smile in his voice, wondering how true that is. "Pretty sure every time he caught me at your place, he wanted to strangle me a little." Not that Foggy ever would have. He was a good person, not a violent bone in his body as far as Frank knew.
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He feels the raised lettering of the card again, then lets a smile slip on to his face.
"All this and you still found time to grab a pizza. If I didn't know better, Mr. Castle, I'd think you like me."
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"Little did he know you were always the worse influence," he teases, because Matt has definitely encouraged this... relationship over the years, more than Frank did at first. He was happy to hide away from it.
Look at them now.
He lets out a little psh at the liking comment, moving toward the pizza to grab a slice. He's starving too and he hasn't eaten "real" food in ages. "Something like that. Don't expect a Valentine's Day card or anything though."
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Matt sets the memorial card down and gets a slice, too, leaning against the table as he eats it.
"So. What's our plan?"
Because Matt can't avoid Dex or the fall-out of this for too long.
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"Good question," he says with a sigh, mirroring Matt's body language as he eats and thinks. At least he's safe here with Frank.
"You can't hide forever. Fisk's gonna wonder what happened to you. Your co-workers too, right?" He grumbles at the thought because if it was up to Frank he'd just keep Matt safe with him and deal with the rest later, but knowing Matt, that's not going to happen. "Bullseye... he's probably getting hunted too. Maybe we could lure him in somewhere, corner him ourselves. Offer an out."
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Thank God for that, at least. At worst, the firm will take a hit from whatever Fisk does to take down Matt's name, but he trusts them to come out fine on the other side. He nods a bit as Frank goes on, because, yeah, Bullseye's something else entirely. Matt's not really sure where he stands on that part.
There's a reality that's starting to sink in for Matt. There's no way Fisk isn't going to release his identity. There will be video to back it up, too, and there's no way Matt can reasonably say it's a case of mistaken identity. It's going to cause an upheaval in his life, one way or another.
"Do you think we can make a trip to Jersey City tomorrow? I need to speak to my financial advisor."
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"Yeah, sure..." He squints a bit, curious: "I'm surprised you've got one in Jersey."
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"I'm a man of surprises."
He won't tell Frank it's going to be a house-call, but Matt can't exactly just stroll into a bank right now he thinks. His head tilts a bit as he eats and listens to the drone of the police radio.
"Do you think you'd be able to tap into the task force communications?"
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Probably not smart anyway. Phones are easier to trace and track than people.
The tapping is a good thought and Frank mulls it over through another slice, pushing off to go to his radio.
"I can try. They're probably on a secure channel if they're smart but..." He scoffs. "Not counting on that."