It earns a smile all the same. "Just a little counterproductive," he agrees as he swings his legs onto the mattress and spreads out on top of the sheets. He takes a breath, letting a small wave of minor nausea pass with the movement. It is probably from the way that he tilted his head so he'll have to avoid that. "Pretty sure she wanted to but no, she didn't. She doesn't take a lot of shit for a nun though, so you'd probably like her." He reaches to adjust the pillow behind his head and closes his eyes. That feels more like instinct than anything, as if it might will sleep but he doesn't think he's really close to it. "Look. I'm not going to be weird about it. But you should stay." He just leaves it at that. Frank will do whatever he wants, and maybe it's crossing some weird invisible line in Frank's sense of code or the way that he wants to segregate his life from Matt's but whatever. He's hurting and his body is bone deep exhausted so his sense of self preservation isn't great.