Maj walks into her study to find Matthew well into preparations to wallow. He naturally sought out the point of her house that is completely out of earshot of the stairwell. Matthew is slumped in one of the the well worn leather club chairs that Maj dragged him to every estate sale between Philadelphia and Virginia to find. He sits with his hands wrapped in his hair as her brother has always done in the aftermath of his "finer" moments the only difference is in the past, Maj would find her baby brother in this position on her stoop.

It must be a family trait since he was not the only brother who she would find on her stoop after a blunder or a bender. Maj walks to the bar to grab glasses and a bottle. After a brief survey, Maj even pulls out the good stuff for this particular wallow. She is actually surprised that Matt simply did not flee the scene with Connie and Chris when the opportunity presented. Maj pours two servings before handing one off. Matthew looks up at Maj with a sigh. "For medicinal purposes only." Maj offers with a comforting smile. Matthew takes the glass as Maj takes the other chair placing the bottle between them.

"Maj, I'm an idiot. I knew better." Matt downs a healthy portion of the contents of the glass as the period to the statement. Maj smiles at her brother. Matthew loves a challenge and a problem. Rory provides both in spades. "Matty, you are not an idiot... there are elements of the ridiculous about you but you are not an idiot. The wrong body part won the fight for reason in that battle of wills." Maj raises her glass towards her brother in toast. "What am I going to do?" Matt pours himself another ample serving offering to top off Maj's. Maj offers a smirk as she answer. "A man who walks in the middle of the road, gets hit from both sides." The saying brings a smile to Matthew's face. Their father would have said the same thing to him. "It takes two to make peace, it only takes one to make war." Matthew retorts with the a similar smirk as they toast and drink.

Maj hears the door assuming it was Finn's arrival. She is surprised but pleased to see Max cross the threshold of the study mid retort from Matthew. Max instantly smiles as he crosses the study to pour himself a drink. Since he is not in the mood for bourbon, Max pours a brandy. He grabs the box of fine cigars off of the shelf before returning to join his siblings. Maj inquires as to what brought Max to the house at this hour. Max raises his phone with the air of a proper bat signal. Maj teases Matthew summoning the preacher. "I think it is a little late for absolution, brother." Max takes the seat across from Maj, popping his feet on the communal ottoman. "War is the unfolding of miscalculations." Max adds with a wink.

The Fairchild family drinking game has commenced as Max tosses a cigar at each of his siblings. "If we are doing this, we are doing this civilized like gentlemen." Maj rises to grab the cutter from her set as she cracks the window and grabs a crystal ashtray. Maj cuts her cigar as she tosses the cutter toward Max. This is the homage to their father and how he solved the problems of his sons... even the female son. Despite their father's rough around the edges demeanor honed from too many years in the military, their father did have some sophisticated habits which their mother ceased as an opportunity to soften some of those edges. Max teases Matthew as he lights the cigar. "Seriously dude, you light a fine cigar like you are toasting a marshmallow, not like lighting reefer at a rave."

Logan and Rory steal away in her bedroom to talk in private. Logan truly does not know what to say since there seems to be a sudden distance between them that had never been there before. Rory is torn and it is manifesting in her actions. She does not know why Logan has come to Philadelphia. Rory had seen the news stories of border closings and such but she has also been following the social news of the pending wedding, she is wondering if Odette is going to simply pop out of the floorboards.

"Logan, why are you here?" Rory begins to pace out of sheer habit which is not lulling Logan into a zone of comfort. Rory is agitated in a way that Logan recognizes all too well. This is the Rory pregame when she is confrontational. Some things never change, this is a tell or rather a broadcast that this is not going to be the conversation that he was expecting to have at this moment. "Where is Odette?" Rory does not yield the floor, she does not even allow any real space for Logan to answer and she knows it. Logan stops Rory on her return across the room. "Rory." Rory does not relent. "Logan, we have not spoken since Page Six. What do you want? For me to just fall into your arms for a day and then you run back to your future wife? I am not your side piece." Rory paces in front of Logan. Logan is appropriately dumbfounded. He is not sure if he is on the receiving end of hormones or of true emotions. Logan proceeds with caution by retreating to sit on the corner of the bed. "Rory, I'm sorry. It is not like that, really it's not." Rory remains silent pacing in a small rectangle in the room. She is not entirely sure why she is raging. It is Logan and this is complicated... so so very complicated.