"Use your resources to save this city. Not to find me." That's neither here nor there, because he's concentrating. Listening.

"The gun, at your hip. Kick it to the floor." It's more than he really wanted to say, but he knows Tim. Maybe not well, but enough to know that Tim's not afraid to die to take someone else down. That's the trait he's scared of.

That's the trait he needs on his side.

This isn't a war, Matt reminds himself. He isn't Stick.

"Then we talk."