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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"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."