Matt smiles, and it's genuine and almost loving as he listens. He has an odd relationship with his sight, he knows, but Tim explaining the stuff to him is actually sort of soothing. It doesn't feel like he's missing something. It's almost like Tim is his eyes and that's how it's always been, even though they've only known each other for a couple of months.
Sometime in all of that, he's holding Tim's hand.
Eventually they leave--the janitor actually comes around and asks for another 50 if Matt's going to be staying for longer, so Matt takes that as his time to leave. They walk back to the apartment and the rest of the night is perfect. It's food and wine and jack daniels once Matt realizes Tim is staying and needs something else. They don't push each other like they did at the gym and it's good. It's nice. The closest to an interruption they get is Foggy drunkenly calling Matt to tell him that he's his best friend, with Karen laughing in the background. It's the way it should be.
They fall asleep on the couch, manage to drag themselves up and to the bedroom at one point where they fall asleep with their limbs intertwined. Matt falls asleep to Tim's steady heartbeat and thinks everything, for once in his life, is perfect.
He prays. Silently, and in his head, but he prays that no matter what he can remember this moment, no matter what he does or what he has to do that this moment will give him comfort and peace.
In the morning, the usual happens--and the fact that it's a 'usual' is nice--Matt makes breakfast, Tim eats before they head their separate ways. Foggy looks like death warmed over and Karen shoots a knowing look at Matt.
"You wore that tie yesterday," she says.
"They're all the same colour," Matt points out. He buys multiples. The truth is that Karen is right and Matt had been too preoccupied by Tim's mouth to really pay proper attention. Matt makes sure when he has a lull in work he visits the precinct, not to say hello to Brett but to give Tim a proper New York coffee--star bucks--and chat with him for a few moments. Tim's office, he notices, tends to look at the two of them oddly. He can sense the way the room quiets. It doesn't matter, though, because it's Tim.
The next week or two is a flourish of quick visits, a few lunch and dinner dates and the occasional night at Josie's with Tim and Foggy that always end up with Tim going back to Matt's apartment. It's almost normal. The nights where he makes excuses, the nights where he says he's just too tired, though, are anything but.
The Russians kidnap a kid to draw Matt out. Matt obliges and channels his father. Channels the devil in him and proceeds to take on an alarming amount of men. Gets his ass handed to him but wins, and carefully carries the boy out. He learns more of Fisk, more about the heroin, and spends the next few nights investigating.
There's five explosions across Hell's Kitchen, all covering up Fisk. Matt runs, but he already knows what's going to happen. He's with the Russian, now, and it's a blur how they got into the warehouse: the Russian, a dead cop--courtesy of Fisk's corrupt officers--and him. The entire building is surrounded. Matt is on the phone with Claire, trying to safe the Russian's life for information. HE's aware of how many people are outside, of how many cars and even a helicopter.
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Sometime in all of that, he's holding Tim's hand.
Eventually they leave--the janitor actually comes around and asks for another 50 if Matt's going to be staying for longer, so Matt takes that as his time to leave. They walk back to the apartment and the rest of the night is perfect. It's food and wine and jack daniels once Matt realizes Tim is staying and needs something else. They don't push each other like they did at the gym and it's good. It's nice. The closest to an interruption they get is Foggy drunkenly calling Matt to tell him that he's his best friend, with Karen laughing in the background. It's the way it should be.
They fall asleep on the couch, manage to drag themselves up and to the bedroom at one point where they fall asleep with their limbs intertwined. Matt falls asleep to Tim's steady heartbeat and thinks everything, for once in his life, is perfect.
He prays. Silently, and in his head, but he prays that no matter what he can remember this moment, no matter what he does or what he has to do that this moment will give him comfort and peace.
In the morning, the usual happens--and the fact that it's a 'usual' is nice--Matt makes breakfast, Tim eats before they head their separate ways. Foggy looks like death warmed over and Karen shoots a knowing look at Matt.
"You wore that tie yesterday," she says.
"They're all the same colour," Matt points out. He buys multiples. The truth is that Karen is right and Matt had been too preoccupied by Tim's mouth to really pay proper attention. Matt makes sure when he has a lull in work he visits the precinct, not to say hello to Brett but to give Tim a proper New York coffee--star bucks--and chat with him for a few moments. Tim's office, he notices, tends to look at the two of them oddly. He can sense the way the room quiets. It doesn't matter, though, because it's Tim.
The next week or two is a flourish of quick visits, a few lunch and dinner dates and the occasional night at Josie's with Tim and Foggy that always end up with Tim going back to Matt's apartment. It's almost normal. The nights where he makes excuses, the nights where he says he's just too tired, though, are anything but.
The Russians kidnap a kid to draw Matt out. Matt obliges and channels his father. Channels the devil in him and proceeds to take on an alarming amount of men. Gets his ass handed to him but wins, and carefully carries the boy out. He learns more of Fisk, more about the heroin, and spends the next few nights investigating.
There's five explosions across Hell's Kitchen, all covering up Fisk. Matt runs, but he already knows what's going to happen. He's with the Russian, now, and it's a blur how they got into the warehouse: the Russian, a dead cop--courtesy of Fisk's corrupt officers--and him. The entire building is surrounded. Matt is on the phone with Claire, trying to safe the Russian's life for information. HE's aware of how many people are outside, of how many cars and even a helicopter.
Matt is scared, but he refuses to show it.