Instinct screams to try to push Frank away, the stubborn, independent and unwell man screaming for freedom inside wanting to insist he doesn't need his help. But Frank casts a warm shadow over him, and in the darkness the calm washes over him like cold water, a moment's reprieve from the sensory overload letting him sit without incident, without feeling like he's floating.

It's just Hurricane Matthew's way, barging into a situation with insufficient information, making assumptions, running his mouth, dispensing accusations and judgemental comments left and right. And maybe after some introspection, after he's broken everything Matt might be able to manage a seemingly heartfelt apology and beg for forgiveness. But by then the damage is done and sorry doesn't mean shit anymore.

"Just leave me alone, Frank." Before he gets even uglier and says something he's going to regret. Matt buries his head in his hands and squeezes his eyes shut while the floor starts tilting at a 6 degree angle under his boots. "Please."