Matt's head is still tilted to the side as he listens. Automatically hones in. Tim's out of fighting shape but his stance is decent, and his aim works. He's got force but it's disciplined, though not in the same manner as Matt is.

It's not bad.

"Sounds good," He offers, and then can't help the light smile as he holds it.

"I just thought--I never really bring people here," He confesses, and his hands are running over the leather of the bag again. "It must be weird, having sex and then being dragged out to an old gym, but..."

But it means a lot to him. Matt can't find himself finishing that sentence, so he trails off and starts with a new topic.

"What was your dad like?"