"What I'm sayin' is that we should get drunk as quickly as possible so I have an excuse to stay here if they do call." Tim's teasing too, mostly. Logically, he knows that he probably should make himself unavailable the rest of the night. But really, he'd like to do just that. He'd like to stay holed up with Matt all night long. Just them and some liquor and some thai food.

Beggars can't be choosers, though, and Tim will take what he can get. Whatever Matt's willing to give him before this entire thing crashes and burns. Before Matt finds somebody prettier and more interesting and less broken.

It's only a matter of time, honestly.

"You're not," Tim says, like he's making a promise. He turns his head to kiss the corner of Matt's jaw, then the side of his neck. Honestly, he wouldn't mind if the night just turned into sex against the kitchen counter. But this is about Matt, about keeping him occupied and helping him forget the shitty day he's had. It's not about what Tim wants.

"I'm all yours tonight."