Tim relaxes, just a touch. Because with that, the empathy that Tim doesn't exactly mind, but wishes he didn't need at all, it feels like maybe he's gotten away with only revealing that much. Maybe he doesn't have to go into the rest of it, talk about when his father started hitting him instead. Doesn't have to talk about why or when or how it got worse.
Matt's fingers are on his arm, and Tm reaches over to take his hand, intertwine their fingers together. He moves just a little bit closer, enough that he can feel Matt's warmth. He's not mad, though there's still a tenseness in his jaw and his shoulders that he can't quite shake.
"It's fine," he says, voice still quiet. "He's dead now. Car wreck when I was at boot camp. Mama's better off without him."
He doesn't mention it was drinking and driving that killed his dad. He doesn't mention that he's better off without him, too. He definitely doesn't mention the bitterness he can still taste on his tongue over not being the one to end his dad's life.
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Matt's fingers are on his arm, and Tm reaches over to take his hand, intertwine their fingers together. He moves just a little bit closer, enough that he can feel Matt's warmth. He's not mad, though there's still a tenseness in his jaw and his shoulders that he can't quite shake.
"It's fine," he says, voice still quiet. "He's dead now. Car wreck when I was at boot camp. Mama's better off without him."
He doesn't mention it was drinking and driving that killed his dad. He doesn't mention that he's better off without him, too. He definitely doesn't mention the bitterness he can still taste on his tongue over not being the one to end his dad's life.