He really wanted to just let it go, but Matt hated how someone had been in his place in his absence. It was fine if he had died in the chest cavity of a fossilised dragon, but this- this smell of methylated spirits and everything being arranged neatly in places he wouldn't put them got under his skin. They even hung his crooked paintings straight. Matt just clenched his teeth and huffed a sigh, staggering down the dark hallway towards his couch.

Where Jessica might like to build walls to keep people out, Matthew had always been more of a maze-builder. He let people in, but he didn't guide them and just let them make their own conclusions from the different dead ends they stumbled upon. He didn't like people taking shortcuts and messing with where he put everything.

"It's probably just small change for Danny," he muttered as he groped around his couch until his fingers found and snatched up his blanket - annoyingly neatly folded. He held it out in Jessica's direction. She might want to drink to warm herself up but she didn't need an invitation or unspoken gestures for that.