Tim understands what it's like to lose, and what it means to drink it all away. In his line of work, losing usually means losing a life, or multiple lives. It means someone's died. Especially when he was with the Rangers. He remembers IED explosions and missions gone wrong ending in the loss of several friends, several brothers in arms. And he remembers how someone would go out and purchase as much shitty liquor as they could carry, and the whole damn unit would drink in memory.
This is different, but honestly, it's not that much different. It's the same concept. And Tim gets it.
Karen's right. It's not fair. Nothing is fair. But that's why they're there, Nelson and Murdock. To give the underdog a fighting chance.
Matt's hand finds his elbow, and Tim starts to walk almost automatically. It's strange, maybe, how this has become normal. The two of them walking with Matt's lingering touch on his arm. Tim's strangely comfortable with it. Usually. Right now, Matt's anger is a little too high and his grip is a little too hard for Tim to be comfortable with much of anything.
Tim nods in Foggy's direction. Unlike them, he gets paid regularly. Drinks on him isn't a big deal, and they deserve it.
"Nothin' to thank me for," Tim murmurs, and he reaches out with his free hand to brush soothing fingers over the inside of Matt's wrist.
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Date: 2015-11-25 12:01 am (UTC)This is different, but honestly, it's not that much different. It's the same concept. And Tim gets it.
Karen's right. It's not fair. Nothing is fair. But that's why they're there, Nelson and Murdock. To give the underdog a fighting chance.
Matt's hand finds his elbow, and Tim starts to walk almost automatically. It's strange, maybe, how this has become normal. The two of them walking with Matt's lingering touch on his arm. Tim's strangely comfortable with it. Usually. Right now, Matt's anger is a little too high and his grip is a little too hard for Tim to be comfortable with much of anything.
Tim nods in Foggy's direction. Unlike them, he gets paid regularly. Drinks on him isn't a big deal, and they deserve it.
"Nothin' to thank me for," Tim murmurs, and he reaches out with his free hand to brush soothing fingers over the inside of Matt's wrist.