"Welcome," Frank said softly, his finger moving back to his wedding ring.
He listened to Matt moving, listening to him going to his locker. Frank didn't sleep in pyjamas. He'd stick with his underwear. There was no reason for that to be disapproved of, everyone here, as far as he knew, had a body. But he wasn't going to sleep yet. If he slept, it would be unintentional, and he'd still be in his clothes.
Orphanage? Frank turned his head towards Matt again, staring at his bare back. The guy was in good shape for- for a blind man? Well, Frank supposed blind people could work out as well. Matt clearly did.
"I'm sorry, man," he said quietly. Blind and an orphan? Matt really did have the epic rags to riches story going for him. "My folks are- they're gone as well." He hadn't been a child, though. Still, it didn't matter when it happened, did it?
"It's like this in the army, too. The bunks, dumb little lockers. But outside those barracks it was more sand and death than, y'know, space and shit. And my room mates were less palatable, for the most part." Palatable? He'd called Matt palatable. That was- he was just going to pretend that hadn't happened.