Matt can put two and two together. He's smart--smarter than any other Murdock, his dad used to say. The truth is that Matt is just stubborn. He has to get to the truth, has to latch onto things like a dog with a bone.

It's a major, major flaw.

Tim's hand intertwined with Matt's, though, and the whole situation suddenly strikes him as absolutely absurd.

"Really romantic, isn't it? Bringing someone to an old sweaty gym." He shakes his head and leans a bit closer--he'll stop prying. At least for now. Tims already said so, so much.

"Can I ask you something? I remember posters on the wall, when I was younger. Are they still there?" He knows they are, but he leans his head on the orher's.

"Describe them for me."