[There's something in Frank's voice. A tightness, maybe. The use of the past tense. Matt reaches out to touch his arm lightly. In sympathy, maybe. Some sort of camaraderie.] I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up a hard subject.

I lost my dad, too. When I was young. Not that it makes the loss any easier, knowing that it's shared. [He pauses for a beat, not sure what else to say.]

I'm proud of you, how about that? I have an admiration for anyone who upholds the law. [Even if his own means are somewhat unorthodox.]