Matt felt too exhausted to continue being irritated by Frank. Plus he could tell that offer had been genuine, and not pity or smug superiority. Frank was good people - aside from all the killing. Matt wondered what his life would have been like if his family had never been in that park... "I'll be ok. The dog seemed pretty accommodating. I'm sure I won't need to do very much reading," Matt replied, his tone a little less abrasive. After a moment of silence he added a soft, "Thanks."
The caffeine and a lingering base-line adrenaline from his unfamiliar surroundings weren't going to mix well if he was going to try and get a little sleep, but Matt felt he needed to keep some semblance of normality. He estimated it to be around about 3am back in New York. Bed time. Lord knew what sort of hours Frank kept. Matt stood and groped his way to his locker to retrieve the pyjamas that had been given to him upon arrival. He kept his back to Frank's bed as he began to change, even though he knew the other man wasn't looking at him. "Feels like being back in the orphanage," Matt said under his breath. The stale smell of communal clothing always dragged that memory up, like a rotting ship being pulled from the bottom of the ocean.