"I've got it," Matt echoes, and he's moving to cut Tim off. He's not as weak as people think, he's never been as weak as people think, but this is different. This is Tim worrying about him and Matt being unable to do anything about it without looking weird. This is Matt brushing Tim off not because he wants to but because he has no choice.

"Tim," he states, and it stops so he can grab the other's wrist. His voice is soft.

"I've got it," He assures.

Don't worry about me, he means.