Matt watched Dylan closely. There were valuables in the room, after all, electronics and drugs and, even more valuable, pictures of Dave- and was that one of his hoodies thrown over the arm of one of the couches? Matt blinked and bowed his head slightly for a moment, lost in memories before Dylan knelt and Matt's head snapped back up to focus on Dylan.
Shifting anxiously as Dylan read, Matt took a tentative step forward once the young man was finished with the letter. What could he say here? They had all lost Dave. The man had meant different things to each of them and Dylan hadn't been the closest with the former second; Marijuana had. Dylan had less of a claim over Dave than Marijuana, than Cam and Wes and Matt, or at least, that was Matt's thought on the matter.
"Um. I can get kleenex if you need it." Matt didn't do well with crying people but at least he was trying.