[Frank can't begin to know what's going through Matt's head right now. The closest Frank can come is how he felt after a particularly devastating loss overseas, a failed mission, or one that went... too well. There are images that still haunt him, along with the way he felt even back then, the way he craved more. It's terrifying. The kind of internal crisis Matt's battling is entirely his own.]

Maybe. Or maybe this was the universe's way of reminding you that you're still only human. You're just one man.

[But what does Frank know, really?

Even with the pockets of silence Frank doesn't let go of that hand, almost afraid to, as if Matt will slip away again. After a few prolonged moments he sighs out:] It's okay if you wanna rest. We've got a long drive still.