"I know," Matt says softly, and he feels like a small child in front of Matt as Matt examines his bruises. He's reminded of his dad examining him when he had a hard time keeping balance when he couldn't see.
"I'm sorry." And he means it. His face smiles but it doesn't reach his eyes, not quite, and he places his hands on the other's forearms, gently squeezing. A half-embrace for the worried. He's thinking too much. That's Matt's problem--thinking too much.
All he can taste is his rage for Wilson Fisk.
"I'm glad you're safe, too," He states softly, and he means it as he heads to the living room. He's purchased blinds at some point, it seems--mostly for Tim, though he tells Claire it's for when they patch him up.
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Date: 2016-01-16 01:15 am (UTC)"I'm sorry." And he means it. His face smiles but it doesn't reach his eyes, not quite, and he places his hands on the other's forearms, gently squeezing. A half-embrace for the worried. He's thinking too much. That's Matt's problem--thinking too much.
All he can taste is his rage for Wilson Fisk.
"I'm glad you're safe, too," He states softly, and he means it as he heads to the living room. He's purchased blinds at some point, it seems--mostly for Tim, though he tells Claire it's for when they patch him up.
"I didn't mean to make you worry."