Matt grits his teeth and he looks like he might try decking Frank again even with the threat of Max by his side, in that awkward sort of 'how dare you hurt my girl' kind of protective way Matt gets even though she could hold her own just fine. At least if he's angry he's not going to turn on the waterworks and burst into tears.

"She'd kick your ass," he mumbles instead when Frank said that they made up, breathing out through his nose and swallowing the lump in his throat.

Their last conversation plays over and over in his head. The way they die. He doesn't know how either of them made it out of that one, but he's not going to question miracles as long as she's okay.