Matt nodded his head as Alexis spoke, trying to picture her parents in his head but coming up short. He remembered what they looked like, but he was having a horrible time trying to picture them. When was the last time he'd seen them anyway; when he was fifteen or sixteen? Being a shitty family member didn't just stop at letting your grandmother die without seeing your face one more time, it extended far more than that to where you didn't immediately recognize your cousin and her parents faces were lost on you.<br/><br/>"Dad's fine, he's well enough," Matt said, shrugging his shoulders and shoving his hands into his pockets. He could talk about other family adequately - God that sounded awful - but when it came to his own? He'd pass. Talking about his parents had been what gotten him the title of black sheep of the family and was actually the reason he hadn't come over in years. His birth-giver was a drunk and she liked her pills. His dad wasn't going to try and stop her, and so began the isolation from the rest of the family. They hadn't handled the situation appropriately enough, he guessed. "He'll be here, though. For the funeral I mean."<br/><br/>Emily peered out at him from behind the puppy, confusion lining the soft contours of her face while she scratched at the dotted scruff of the puppy's neck. Her eyebrows knitted together as she looked from Matt to his family. Since when was Aaron coming? Matthew had told her that he was working on a huge case and wouldn't be able to take off. She almost said something, catching herself at the last second and opting instead to shift the Dalmatian's weight to one arm while her free hand grabbed onto his.<br/><br/>Matt murmured his goodbyes to Pam as she left, retreating to wherever her husband was hiding. He'd never liked that man. He hadn't seen him in<span style="font-style: italic">years</span>, of course, and a lot can change in that time, but not Peter. Maybe it was a godsend that he was here though - if he said something wrong, Matt could just hit him and let out a ridiculous amount of pent up frustration. He didn't even have to say anything<span style="font-style: italic">wrong</span>, per se, just something that Matt could misconstrue and twist to justify hitting him. His dad was a lawyer, he was sure he could get off clean from it.