Tim likes having Matt close like this. He likes Matt reaching out to him, seeking him with an outstretched hand. His fingers take Matt's wrist, sliding up to curl around his hand, thumb brushing lightly over bruised muscles.
What he doesn't like is that he's pretty sure Matt's not being entirely honest. Those aren't the kind of bruises you get from running into door knobs and bumping into walls. Those are the kinds of bruises you get from being hit. He's seen them, on himself, on his mother. He can practically hear Sadie's voice in his head explaining to doctors that she's just so clumsy, and she fell, that's all.
Matt is good at navigating, despite his lack of sight. Tim can't remember ever seeing him be clumsy.
However, Matt's doing exactly what Tim's trying to do. He's deflecting, pointing the conversation away from himself by asking questions. He's better at it, probably. He's a lawyer. It doesn't matter how soft and how kind and how careful Matt's voice is, Tim will never stop feeling like a cornered animal when the conversation goes in this direction.
"I'm not anxious," he says, and he can taste the lie on the back of his teeth. "And you're not clumsy."
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Date: 2016-01-14 10:16 am (UTC)What he doesn't like is that he's pretty sure Matt's not being entirely honest. Those aren't the kind of bruises you get from running into door knobs and bumping into walls. Those are the kinds of bruises you get from being hit. He's seen them, on himself, on his mother. He can practically hear Sadie's voice in his head explaining to doctors that she's just so clumsy, and she fell, that's all.
Matt is good at navigating, despite his lack of sight. Tim can't remember ever seeing him be clumsy.
However, Matt's doing exactly what Tim's trying to do. He's deflecting, pointing the conversation away from himself by asking questions. He's better at it, probably. He's a lawyer. It doesn't matter how soft and how kind and how careful Matt's voice is, Tim will never stop feeling like a cornered animal when the conversation goes in this direction.
"I'm not anxious," he says, and he can taste the lie on the back of his teeth. "And you're not clumsy."