[ this would be easier if he didn't have someone constantly riding on his ass all the time, especially since the rules here play so differently than where they actually come from. there's no united states justice system for murdock to go on throwing in his face, no catholicism to use as some standard for moral highgrounds, and yet the idiot is still riding on the coattails of both to boss him around.

maybe it's good that wanda showed up; frank probably would have kept kicking his ass just to shut him up for a little while.

he doesn't respond to matt's promise, not entirely sure if he believes it, but at least it'll give him some room without his old attorney breathing down his neck.

when wanda turns to him (towel suddenly disappearing from his hands as he's about to brush it over his face again, jesus christ), he sighs, noting the ache in his chest when he does, but he ignores it. ]

Nothing that'll kill me. Appreciate the nursing but I got it now. Could probably do with holding his hand, though. Y'know, ease him down before his all-righteous vein pops.