Tim hums agreeably, and for a moment, he stops what he's doing and turns his head to look at Matt. To watch him as he moves, graceful in a way that even seeing people don't usually possess. It's probably awful, all things considered, but he likes being able to watch Matt without being watched in turn. He takes comforting knowing he can't be caught staring.

God. It's going to blow when this has to end.

He pours the wine — not really his style, but probably better for soothing and setting a relaxing tone than hard liquor would be. And anyway, he's not really picky about anything when he's spending time with Matt. He pushes Matt's glass towards him until it touches the other's hand, then settles back into the couch and Matt's side.

"No," he says, and it's an automatic answer, mostly. He frowns. "I guess I don't really think about it. It gets messy when you start doubtin' the system like that. I gotta trust that the cops are doin' their job. And if they don't, then I gotta trust that you're gonna do yours."