There's no way to compare his college love who left his life in tatters and returned to blow it up again to the wife that Frank loved and lost and he wouldn't presume to. Except to know what it is to mourn, they were nothing alike and neither were their relationships. One was a marriage that, from everything Frank has ever said, was built in real love and the other was a love built in a push and pull of light and dark until neither one of them won.

"Foggy used to say my real super power was finding the most beautiful and morally questionable woman in the room," he faintly smiles.

Matt shifts, pushing the ice pack on his ribs over to the side. "No. Thought maybe the inside of my lip but it stopped on its own. Those always feel like mountains instead of molehills. Ribs and my head are enough to deal with for now." He doesn't ask about Frank. He already knows.