It's not fine. But it does sound great to Tim, and Matt decides he needs to pick and choose his battles. Another great quality in him that makes him very, very good at what he does for a living. It makes him pretty okay in terms of fighting on the streets, too.

So Matt gives directions. They don't pick up anything fancy, but it's wine Matt likes and it'll get them relaxed, at least. The grocery store clerk's known Matt since he was a kid--knew his father--and tells him to stay safe from the Devil of Hell's Kitchen. Matt smiles thinly, but politely.

They even stop in to order Thai food--Pad Thai for Tim and Phat Si-io for Matt. He feels a little bad that he ordered for him but he could feel how lost Tim was in the small takeout place.

But they have wine, and they have food, and there's always an abundant amount of scotch at Matt's place. It's for his stitches, but no one has to know that. He's also started keeping bourbon there, though he tells himself it's not for Tim and just that he's acquired the taste.

It is Tim, though. It's the entire reason it sits in one of the shelves with the rest of his alcohol.

He opens the door with only a little effort thanks to Tim carrying most of it, and almost immediately sets his cane by the wall. He's tired of feeling helpless today. He's tired of today, period.

"Are you really sure it's alright for you to do this with me on a work day?"