It's basically the middle of the fucking day and they have wine and a late lunch or an early dinner (or an on-time dinner, Tim thinks, if this were Kentucky), and by the time they get back to Matt's apartment, Tim feels significantly better. Enough that he's actually looking forward to an evening in.

An evening in with some liquor and good company. And no work tomorrow, which means an evening in might very well turn into a night in. Even if it doesn't, though, he'll enjoy this. He always enjoys the times it's just the two of them.

Although he knows for sure now that he's attached. He's very attached to Matt Murdock. If he weren't, he wouldn't have tried so hard to sooth Matt's temper. He would've left. He would've left for good instead of sticking around. Hell, he would've left after that first night. But he's invested, and he's realized that he's been invested from the start.

But that's okay, probably. It's okay if this is one sided. It can keep being one sided. Matt will never feel the same way, and that's probably for the best. Maybe he will end up getting hurt, but at least Matt won't. Tim can handle a little heartbreak. All he wants to avoid is Matt getting hurt, too.

They get into Matt's apartment, and Tim flicks the light on because he knows Matt will forget to, and moves to set the bags down on the counter, already grabbing a couple of glasses and some dinnerware from the cabinets that have become familiar to him.

"Positive," he says. "They'll call me if they need me."