Matt can't say he relates very well. It's just been quiet. He's gone from not knowing what silence means for two and a half decades to lying awake with his eyes open in the dead of night straining to hear something. Anything. On the nights he's lucky there's cicadas and snoring, but that's not every night.

"You seem very optimistic these days," Matt observes with what might be considered a bit of a smug look on his face. No, he's not accusing the counselor of anything.