The music? What Matt's envisioning is probably not what Frank is referring to judging from his body language. 'Fine' doesn't sound like fine, either. But then Matt deploys 'fine' in the same way, so he's not going to pick that in front while Frank seems to be in a mood.

Matt shuffles in a little closer and sits next to Frank on the bed, moving slowly. He hunches over with his elbows on his thighs, clasping his hands together and resting his chin on his thumbs. He thinks he's starting to get an idea of what happens around these parts. It's troubling. But there's also little they can do about it, and he's no stranger to being in a situation where very little is in his control.

"Shitty things happen, Frank. To everybody. You can't stop everything or save everyone." For every decision Daredevil makes to intervene in one corner of Hell's Kitchen, someone gets hurt on the other side of the neighbourhood. And he can hear it, and he knows it, and there's nothing he can do about it. He's learning to make his peace with that, to let that guilt roll off his shoulders because dwelling on all the people he couldn't save doesn't lead down any good paths. Frank maybe ought to do the same.

"These are things you can't control. You just have to help whoever you can and keep going. It's not about being a marine or being a hero. It's just. What we do."