Frank's attempt to stay quiet as he lifted his glass did almost the opposite, drawing Matt's attention to the variation in the usual sound. He listened to the liquid as it passed through Frank's lips and the soft exhale after he swallowed. The whiskey mixed with the faint scent of coffee on Frank's breath, and once again Matt realised he'd slipped into the fine details of the world around him.
He shook his head slightly to bring himself back from the brink of sinking into the smallest sounds around him. He made a mental note to spend more time meditating and focussing on his senses. Too often now they seemed to get out of control.
"Er, oh, no," Matt said clumsily, failing to hide his distraction, "No, they're.. well they're both a little pissed off at me for not immediately telling them I was alive. Which, you know, I understand? I guess. They'll come around eventually." He took a swig of his beer and turned his head a little more toward Frank, offering the other man a soft smile, "And what about you huh? You retired now? Did Karen get to you?"