He's not surprised. Not even a little bit. Maybe disappointed on some level because he does feel like it's a dick move to make someone who has fucked him before sleep on the sofa but if it's a boundary that Frank wants to impose, that's up to him.

He listens to Frank's steps across his hardwood floor and the soft creak that closes the door most of the way. It's strange to hear someone in his apartment, moving around at a distance while he's alone in bed but he tries to ignore all of that. Frank's safe, at least, and tomorrow there's going to be the matter of figuring just how much, if anything, Fisk's good squad knows about Frank's living arrangements but he tries to ignore all of that in favor of a good night's sleep.