Hard t'imagine Frank bein' scared of anythin'. [ her tone was dismissive, as if she were trying to brush off how much the subject really meant to her. ] Bet he's glad the apocalypse is givin' him some breathin' space. The man ain't ever said a nice thing t'me. It's always "Don't be stupid" or "No, Crawley."

[ likewise, for lil, it was an easier task to discuss a relationship that wasn't her own -- if whatever she had with frank castle could even be called that. she could always gloss over the flawed details when it was someone else, romanticizing things a little in her mind. a part of her still hoped that, despite the way she seemed to wreck things with the men she cared for, it was only her bad luck and not the way things always had to be.

aloud, she remarked a bit softly: ]

Anyway, I think it's kinda sweet. You an' Felicia, I mean. [ then without really thinking about it: ] D'you love her?