Tim ducks his head, even though Matt can't see it, because he's smiling. He should not enjoy that so much. He shouldn't let himself feel special because Matt Murdock brought him to an old gym, but he does. It's a part of Matt that, apparently, not everybody else gets to see. Not the soft-spoken blind man or the confident, capable lawyer, but the boxer.
"It's not," he assures, then pauses. "I mean-- It's good. I like it."
He likes Matt. So much. Too much.
But that question brings all the love-lilted feelings to a screeching halt, and Tim feels his heart stutter unevenly in his chest for a moment. Matt Murdock probably had a wonderful role model for a father. Tim did not.
He lets out a breath, doesn't let his unease show in his voice at all. He shrugs.
"Taught me how to shoot a gun, skin a deer, how to drive. What kind of bourbon was worth drinkin'." The only sort of example his father set for him was what not to do. Whatever his dad did, he needed to do the opposite. He semi-succeeded, in the end. "Is this how you got all those bruises? From boxin'?"
The sooner he can direct the conversation away from himself and his father, the better.
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Date: 2016-01-14 09:45 am (UTC)Tim ducks his head, even though Matt can't see it, because he's smiling. He should not enjoy that so much. He shouldn't let himself feel special because Matt Murdock brought him to an old gym, but he does. It's a part of Matt that, apparently, not everybody else gets to see. Not the soft-spoken blind man or the confident, capable lawyer, but the boxer.
"It's not," he assures, then pauses. "I mean-- It's good. I like it."
He likes Matt. So much. Too much.
But that question brings all the love-lilted feelings to a screeching halt, and Tim feels his heart stutter unevenly in his chest for a moment. Matt Murdock probably had a wonderful role model for a father. Tim did not.
He lets out a breath, doesn't let his unease show in his voice at all. He shrugs.
"Taught me how to shoot a gun, skin a deer, how to drive. What kind of bourbon was worth drinkin'." The only sort of example his father set for him was what not to do. Whatever his dad did, he needed to do the opposite. He semi-succeeded, in the end. "Is this how you got all those bruises? From boxin'?"
The sooner he can direct the conversation away from himself and his father, the better.