"Cute," Matt quips, self-depreciating but in good nature. But he likes it, he likes Tim, and that hurts. That hurts a fucking lot, because he's going to have to push Tim away.

But for now, he can brush against Tim while he's cooking. He can pause to kiss at the other's neck, soft and chaste, as he does so. Eventually, he settles for moving to the kitchen table, using his way of feel around the place. He touches the edge of the places before putting the eggs and bacon among the fruit and toast, dealing surprisingly accurate portions.

"You work today, right?" He asks casually. Feels for his seat before pulling it away from the table and taking his own, grabbing a spoon for his half of the grapefruit.