[ he tilts his head. he doesn't get how anyone would have a different opinion, but that's to be expected too. frank can tell she doesn't want to talk about it anymore and he lets go, though it isn't an easy task for him. jessica. is he that transparent? just hearing her name does something to him. he was trying to be careful too, but as usual elektra saw through him; and maybe that's really for the best. he figures he'll just... start at the beginning, since she called his bluff. ]

I bought her coffee. She forgot her wallet. [ it really is like the start of a bad romcom. he chews on his lip, forgetting to eat as he remembers that day in november. it feels like yesterday and years ago all at once. ] I told her my name was Pete and she said she was Jess. We just... did that for a while. Got coffee, talked. Or didn't. We didn't more, I think. She asked me how I slept.

[ so many things are a jumble, though he remembers them perfectly. frank sets his fork down before he can drop it grips the edge of the table instead. ] We started... following each other. Keeping tabs. I found out what she could do... Then she found out who I was. I don't really know-- [ he has to stop here. it's weird. a strange look comes over his face. ]

With Maria I knew. I knew we were gonna be together, forever, the moment I saw her. [ but that's not what happened, so maybe he just can't trust his serendipity meter anymore. frank shakes his head. he hates comparing her to jessica, but sometimes it's unavoidable. ]

But someone got to her. Jess. She's all scrambled up inside. Maybe you're right, about being with someone as screwed up as you are. [ wow he didn't mean to ramble that much. and he feels like he got exactly nowhere with this story. sorry, bro. ]