Matthew's gaze lingered a bit on his brother's leg, but otherwise returned to Michael. He let Rick take over the conversation. He knew Rick had gotten closer to the detective in the institute and the truth was, to Matthew, Michael had been more an associate than a friend.

Even if he supposed they'd gone through something together. A part of him couldn't help feeling a little guilty about it, like it was his fault he'd dragged the guy into this. He knew it wasn't; he'd asked for his help with the case, that was all. Still. He could remember Michael being completely fine one moment, coming to visit him and getting him to snap out of it. Now the tables had flipped.

Matthew's expression turned questioning when Michael spoke up, half-concerned and half-surprised.

"You don't remember?"

Eric had told him Michael had been there.