[If Matt's anxious about what Frank is doing to his hair, he's not letting anything on. He just tries not to fidget and listen to words cutting in and out because of the loud buzzing.]

If the war's ended then why can't you accept starting over here? [Here where everyone's still intact, precarious and tenuous as that situation might be. Matt just wants to hold her hand and go out on his roof in the rain, twirl her around in his arms and hear her bitch about it being wet and cold and the mess it's making of her hair while he lets his body heat seep out of his clothes and into her skin.

Frank doesn't know that Matt can still have that if they find their way back to New York. Nobody does.] I never said I'd stop helping us find a way back, anyway.