Matt did. Matt had nursed Karen through her heartbreak, after all. But Matt also knew what the Dome could do. And God, he hated it. He hated it so damn much. Julia, of course, and Daisy and Kate though she'd been brought back. This place and all its uncertainty really sucked.
He moved so he was leaning on the edge of his desk, arms crossed in front of him as he listened. "You still want any reminder you can have. That's not something to be ashamed of. My dad died decades ago and I'd still go out of my way to get anything that still connected us."
Not that the Dome was death. In some ways, though, it felt worse. The uncertainty. Not knowing what they'd been taken back to, not knowing if they would ever return and when it would feel 'safe' to start over. "I'm Matt. I haven't changed much since I moved in here, you're welcome to have a look around, see if anything got missed." Matt had very rarely formed any attachment to knick knacks or other personal effects. It felt pointless when he couldn't see anything he used as decoration.