Yes. Tim's father taught him all of that--all of those charmingly southern things. Jack Murdock taught Matt to stand up for what's right, and how to stitch up wounds, how to use your brain and not your brawn.
His dad would hate what he's doing, he thinks. Skulking around in a mask. But it's what's right. He's reminded, suddenly, to go to confession. It's what he would have wanted.
There's something else, though, and Matt lets go of the bag and throws a half-hearted punch at it, more just for his hand to have something to do as he moves around the bag to where he knows Tim is. A hand goes out to where Tim's arm is, approximately, because he can feel the other's not telling the truth.
Omitting things is lying, according to your heartrate and perspiration. You're still thinking about it.
"My knuckles, yes. The rest is just being clumsy--Tim," and Matt's voice is soft, assuring. "Did you know your voice rises a half-pitch when you're anxious about something?"
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Date: 2016-01-14 09:58 am (UTC)His dad would hate what he's doing, he thinks. Skulking around in a mask. But it's what's right. He's reminded, suddenly, to go to confession. It's what he would have wanted.
There's something else, though, and Matt lets go of the bag and throws a half-hearted punch at it, more just for his hand to have something to do as he moves around the bag to where he knows Tim is. A hand goes out to where Tim's arm is, approximately, because he can feel the other's not telling the truth.
Omitting things is lying, according to your heartrate and perspiration. You're still thinking about it.
"My knuckles, yes. The rest is just being clumsy--Tim," and Matt's voice is soft, assuring. "Did you know your voice rises a half-pitch when you're anxious about something?"