He doesn't even notice leaving the line, he's that spun up. Matt's hands don't feel like contact so much as anchor points and he leans into him slightly as he tries to breathe. He just wanted chocolate milk, goddamnit. He gently pulls out of Matt's touch so he can sit down right there in the middle of the store. Frank stopped caring a long time ago what anyone thought of him, he's not about to start here.

"I would say so. I'm Frank Castle."

It's not the most uncommon name, he knows, but he lost his family then started killing criminals? Get your own origin story, buddy!