Matt smiles at that while he faces Frank. "That would be," he agrees. "I don't know. I think about the alternative paths a lot. More than I should. The only one I don't linger on is the accident, but yeah. We could've been priests." Those are the kinds of thoughts that a man could drive himself crazy with. The could-have-beens and the might-haves.

The coffee is done and the drips are slowing. He pulls himself up slowly to his feet, partially to test himself and to be a good host. His head spins and his ribs ache but he pushes through it to pour them both cups. Matt puts one in Frank's hand and he sits back down on the couch with the mug between his palms. "You probably would've found some way to be a pain in my ass, even as a man of god."