Sound startles him awake and for just a moment, he forgets where he is and who is in his living room. Then he takes in the sound of a familiar heartbeat and weighted steps in the other room and the smell of the coffee brewing. Right. The night before. His head is aching and his ribs feel like someone is digging a knife into his side but he'll be fine. He always is.

He puts his feet down on the floor and pulls himself up to his feet. He makes noise in the bedroom; opening a drawer, lifting and closing the lid of the metal hamper to swap out new boxers and put on a t-shirt that the braille on the label and the glossy print lettering on the front tells him is a grey Columbia shirt. He makes the sound so Frank knows he's awake. It gives him a chance to escape if that's his intention, or to not be startled when Matt slowly exits the bedroom to come into the kitchen for a desperately needed cup of coffee.