( Yeah, well, Frank Castle has this issue of getting too invested in people. It's not common, it takes a specific kind of person and a specific kind of circumstances, but when they line up just right a new name gets etched into his very short list of people he's overly committed to whether they want him to be or not. Nash keeps slotting herself up in the right place at the right time to qualify, and he's adamant about not letting her.
Except the type of girl to make herself at home, raid his fridge, judge his groceries, and cook him breakfast all without asking or thinking twice is exactly the type of stubborn, headstrong, and kind that he can't help but feel protective over. That's the kind of thing a bad life in a bad city will try and snuff out, and he can't bring himself to let that happen if he can help it.
It's a real god damn conundrum, one he figures he's earned the right to ignore at least for today, what with brutalizing his dominant hand into a fingerless stump and all. )
Shoot.
( He rasps affirmatively, and if there's the faintest element of this outta be good written in there, well... whatever, sue him. )
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Except the type of girl to make herself at home, raid his fridge, judge his groceries, and cook him breakfast all without asking or thinking twice is exactly the type of stubborn, headstrong, and kind that he can't help but feel protective over. That's the kind of thing a bad life in a bad city will try and snuff out, and he can't bring himself to let that happen if he can help it.
It's a real god damn conundrum, one he figures he's earned the right to ignore at least for today, what with brutalizing his dominant hand into a fingerless stump and all. )
Shoot.
( He rasps affirmatively, and if there's the faintest element of this outta be good written in there, well... whatever, sue him. )