Matthew's gaze squinted a bit at Michael, like he was trying to figure him out. He remembered being on the other side of the table and he remembered he hadn't bought it so easy as that. Not that he really blamed the man for going along with it.

He didn't push. Look, he figured...you know, even pretending to believe was better than nothing. Maybe it was a first step to actually letting go of all of this crazy supernatural crap they'd all been caught up in.

When the silence grew, Matthew shot a look at his brother, then glanced back at Michael. He didn't mean to feel uncomfortable, but he couldn't help it. Being back here, it was dredging up a lot of stuff he'd been determined to leave behind.

"We're, uh, we're good." He shifted his chair just a hint closer. "Nothing too exciting. I'm graduating in a few months."