is he seeing this right —

don’t let his ego inflate too much . . . nobody wants the Punisher to have an ego.

bro is spitting this tweet is a banger

she doesn’t . . . he’s already rather cocky. if she boosts his ego any more, he’ll be an even bigger asshole.

he . . . might have died.

he’s a little dinged up . . . and he’s been asleep for the last twelve hours.

“ did i not ? ” squinting at her. “ looks like i’m walkin’ among demons. ” it was either that, or angels. but he figured that would’ve been a little cheesy. demon was more of a compliment, anyway.

“ i’ll get up in a week. ” judging by his lack of movement and his spent tone . . . he could almost be serious about that. “ wake me up when it’s spring. ”

“ don’t mind it . . . just seems like it’d be nice weather to wake up to. ” shaking his head, Frank, popped his own back after seeing her do so. dried blood stained his clothes. “ nah. i sit, i ain’t gettin’ back up. ”

“ what, you got big news or something ? ” still not sitting down. stubborn ass.

“ sounds like a pretty serious condition. they make medicine for that ? ”

“ free medicine ? in this country ? at this time ? ” looking side to side, acting like he’s being sneaky . . . “ you know a guy ? ”

“ a narc ? you know who i am, right ? ” red - splattered face looks down at the blood - stained skull upon his chest, then up to her. “ just had to make sure i didn’t mistake myself. ”

“ too bad that’s a little . . . lacking in professionalism. ” he chuckled, arm being outstretched and placed across the top of the sofa with a sigh. “ shit . . . i guess so. ”

hey.