"Tim," And Matt chooses his words very, very carefully. "Your voice. It's...Quicker."

And he wants to be more detailed than that--wants to tell Tim that he knows his heart is racing, and that he had a knee-jerk reaction, and that Matt has a suspicion as to what it is. Because it would make sense, especially with the army. Especially with the bourbon.

He licks his lips, inhaling. He's calm now because he can focus on something else. He can focus on Tim, and his grip on Tim's arm, and the pulse under his skin and the odd pull back. He can practically taste Tim's discomfort as he breathes in.

And to other people, it would be like Tim was absolutely normal.

"I--I, uh, I hear it. In the courtroom, but also depositions. The way witness' breath picks up and their words, they suddenly get quicker. Are you..." No. Tim doesn't want anyone to ask if he's okay. Even if he needs it.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be prying. But if it's--it's something that only started happening when we, um. Exited the courthouse. I'm assuming it's not case related."

I'm assuming it's something I've done.