[See, Matt is all piss and vinegar, fitting to fight. And then you put his brother in the mix and everything is intense, simmers immediately at the soft plea. Frank realizes his fist is clenched and he lets it go. None of this will help. Breathe, breathe both of you idiots.]

We're okay. Frank's gonna help you too.

[For a blind guy Matt has some quality pointed stares.]

We got you, Mike. Your brother's gonna get your arm. I'll stay close. We'll move you to the bed after. Get you nice and warm.

[He even steps forward, closer to Mike than his twin would have wanted as he touches on his face.]

Rest, tough-guy.