"I just think the two of you might get along," Matt answers ambiguously. Offers a slight smile before lifting the spoon from the grapefruit to his mouth, eating thoughtfully for a few moments. He can't say why, can't start slinging mud. It's not a matter of being polite it's a matter of what Tim needs to know and doesn't need to know. How far his faith in the justice system can be pushed.

Tim is a hero. A soldier. But New York is a completely different battlefield. He's used to an enemy being pointed out and being told to charge, not the enemy coming from within.

Fuck.

"I need to pick up some F5-20 forms later today." And he wants Tim's company for as long as he can. Which is exactly why he's ignoring what had happened last night. "I was wondering if you were going to be there."

This was already bad idea.