There were plenty of things that was going through Matt's head right now. Things he could address and things he could bring up to his family to make him feel more at ease. But honestly, all of them were dealing with so much right now -- he didn't want to burden Kelly or Scott right now with issues he would've told himself could easily go on the back-burner. His grief was shared. He'd sheepishly followed along in his silence because it was easier right now. Focus on the other things, focus on his job, then when it was his turn...then he would allow himself time to feel grief.
Then, of course, there was a short time that he was the handler of Bea. It was a nightmare. He did his best...his very best to avoid her. Going as far as to excuse himself quietly out of the room whenever he saw her walk in. He worked around her. Anxiety fueled every time he thought of the day when he would accidentally rub shoulders with his ex-fiance down the hallway. Matt felt it really was an only a matter of time that he could possibly just fall back into old habits with her. And lose all the credibility he'd worked for thus far.
Avoiding was good a thing as any. He flipped through some of the paperwork, reading over it while a nursing a glass of bourbon he had usually tucked in his closet. He'd never really cracked it out when he was working. But there were exceptions to everything. He figured this was good an exception as any. Lost in his world until Holly's voice pulled him out of it and he looked up where he was sitting before giving a slight shrug, smirking as he brought the glass to his lips.
"I've always been more of a day drinker. Also I think it's like five pm in Taiwan or something." He joked for a moment, leaning back in his chair. "How's it going, Holly?"