Matt is capable. He's capable of navigating a staircase drunk with someone all but clinging to his side, and he's capable of pouring some drinks for the two of them. Tim doesn't doubt it for a second, but he also doesn't care. He feels like, at the very least, he's earned the right to be worried. They're not dating, but they're friends, sort of.
At least, Matt's the closest thing Tim has to a friend in the city.
"You," Tim says, slowly and carefully, trying his best to keep the anger and frustration out of his voice. "Look like you got hit by a bus. I'm not gonna bother askin' where you were or what you were doin' when the explosions happened, because I know you're not gonna answer me. So just go sit down and let me get the liquor so we can get drunk. Please."
They'll be better when they're drunk. Less stiff and awkward and formal. It'll be better.
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Date: 2016-01-16 03:29 am (UTC)At least, Matt's the closest thing Tim has to a friend in the city.
"You," Tim says, slowly and carefully, trying his best to keep the anger and frustration out of his voice. "Look like you got hit by a bus. I'm not gonna bother askin' where you were or what you were doin' when the explosions happened, because I know you're not gonna answer me. So just go sit down and let me get the liquor so we can get drunk. Please."
They'll be better when they're drunk. Less stiff and awkward and formal. It'll be better.