"I believe in innocent until proven guilty," She begins, knowing he's not a believer in that statement whatsoever. "I think your past and your name speak for itself. The Punisher doesn't exactly kill innocent people, he punishes the bad ones. You had no reason or motive to kill these women, Frank, so even if you didn't tell me that you think you were set up I would have already came to that conclusion on my own. And I did, that's why I'm here."
Karen gives him another soft squeeze, offering a small smile back at him. She'll always in his corner, even if it's her biggest downfall.
He can't help but roll his eyes at that. Innocent until proven guilty, what a joke. "You were at my trial." He was convicted, he is guilty, just... maybe not of this crime, in specific. He does squeeze her hand back this time, though it's meek. He looks from her hand back up to her face again. "I didn't clear the room, Karen. I can't say for sure what happened."
So she's here to... what, investigate? Just thinking about that tires him out.
"He will, I'm sure. I didn't tell him I was coming, if that's what you're asking." Why would she? Things with Matt were... Getting better, for the most part. They all three were transitioning into a career and a life together again, but she still had her reservations about him.
"Foggy is actually the one who told me about you. I thought maybe he was trying to get a hold of me about some paper work or something." It was obvious even to those around her how much Karen cared for him.
"That he did," Karen agrees with a single nod, running her thumb over the top of his hand. In the back of her mind she wonders if this is something he wants her to be doing. It's been a roller coaster of emotions with him since she's met him, but the last thing she wanted was to do something that would push him even more further away from her than she already was.
"Why don't you get some rest?" With attentive as she is and with how bad he looks, Karen takes notice of his eyes closing. If he's willingly doing that he must be tired. She gives him one final squeeze before gently pulling away from him.
"You can ask anything you want while suppressing the urge to tell me to leave when you get up again," She gives him a bit of a tease. "Because no, I'm not going anywhere."
"Deal," he murmurs as he slips off again. He's either learned that he can't talk her out of anything or he's just too tired to argue. Let's face it: it's probably an even combination of both. He's out for another hour, approaching 90 minutes, when he suddenly wakes again. Much less violently than the first time and almost immediately lucid. Frank looks down at their hands where they're still entwined and sighs at the feeling of the cuffs. At least he'll be able to get some real rest, right? Except whatever Karen is about to suggest he's already assuming will be some type of insane, and he'll probably go along with it because he has nothing left to lose.
That is: except Amy. He swallows dryly, watching Karen doze uncomfortably against the rail of his bed and rattles the cuff against it to try and wake her.
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"I think I was set up," he begins, but it's soft, not certain on any level. "But if I wasn't, then that makes me the monster, doesn't it?"
Hazel crashes into icy blue as a wan smile tugs at his torn lips. He wants to say she shouldn't have come here, again, but what good would it do him?
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Karen gives him another soft squeeze, offering a small smile back at him. She'll always in his corner, even if it's her biggest downfall.
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So she's here to... what, investigate? Just thinking about that tires him out.
"Does Matt Murdock know you're here?"
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"Foggy is actually the one who told me about you. I thought maybe he was trying to get a hold of me about some paper work or something." It was obvious even to those around her how much Karen cared for him.
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Frank closes his eyes, there's something peaceful about him now, like he's finally given up. Maybe he can finally get a fucking nap, at least.
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"Why don't you get some rest?" With attentive as she is and with how bad he looks, Karen takes notice of his eyes closing. If he's willingly doing that he must be tired. She gives him one final squeeze before gently pulling away from him.
"You can ask anything you want while suppressing the urge to tell me to leave when you get up again," She gives him a bit of a tease. "Because no, I'm not going anywhere."
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That is: except Amy. He swallows dryly, watching Karen doze uncomfortably against the rail of his bed and rattles the cuff against it to try and wake her.
"You're going to get a cramp doing that."