"Was?" He picks up on the nuance straightaway. So Frank did hang up the memento mori after all. Matt hopes he'll have more success with it than the last time he tried to hang up his horns. Frank deserved to find peace more than most people Matt knew.
He can vaguely perceive the buttons and coffee's clearly the important one to learn so he picks that up straightaway. Food can wait. Besides, whatever Frank got him... did not smell like food.
Matt licks his upper lip as he balances the tray in one hand and reaches out by his thigh with the other, feeling for the edge of the table he knows he's coming into contact with. Running his fingertips along the cool edge of the table, Matt bumps his heavy boot loudly against the seat, still not used to the weight of it as he sits down awkwardly and hunches over his meal.
He knows he's going to get shit from Frank for saying grace and crossing his heart but compared to all the other shit he's already gotten from Frank so far, just trying to have a meal together pales in comparison to the usual abuse. Matt barely manages to keep a straight face on as he chews on a twirled forkload of pasta, setting the fork down quietly and licking the inside of his cheek before nursing his 'coffee'. Somebody's a fussier eater than he's let on.
"Your identity wasn't secret," Matt reminded him. Probably makes the Boogeyman thing more effective, knowing who he is when he's staring you down before he pulls the trigger. "Why would the Avengers know anyone? They didn't care when they were wrecking my city."
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He can vaguely perceive the buttons and coffee's clearly the important one to learn so he picks that up straightaway. Food can wait. Besides, whatever Frank got him... did not smell like food.
Matt licks his upper lip as he balances the tray in one hand and reaches out by his thigh with the other, feeling for the edge of the table he knows he's coming into contact with. Running his fingertips along the cool edge of the table, Matt bumps his heavy boot loudly against the seat, still not used to the weight of it as he sits down awkwardly and hunches over his meal.
He knows he's going to get shit from Frank for saying grace and crossing his heart but compared to all the other shit he's already gotten from Frank so far, just trying to have a meal together pales in comparison to the usual abuse. Matt barely manages to keep a straight face on as he chews on a twirled forkload of pasta, setting the fork down quietly and licking the inside of his cheek before nursing his 'coffee'. Somebody's a fussier eater than he's let on.
"Your identity wasn't secret," Matt reminded him. Probably makes the Boogeyman thing more effective, knowing who he is when he's staring you down before he pulls the trigger. "Why would the Avengers know anyone? They didn't care when they were wrecking my city."