It's not good, but he's had worse. He tells himself, at least. His walking is stiff and he winces when he shifts a certain way, but he's had worse.

He remembers training with Stick. Remembers how no one's going to pity him and how he doesn't want them to. He wants Tim to understand that he can't ask about things, but that's absurd. Matt's absurd.

Tim doesn't deserve him, he thinks. He deserves so much better.

He walks to where the drapes are closed, offers the tiniest smile as he turns into the kitchen. "Do you want anything?" He asks, and wonders when they started being so stilted with each other.