"I'm tired," Matt confesses, and his voice is soft but somehow gravelly, full of regret and sorrow and rage. It's the tone that he normally saves for his priest, but he feels he can lay it on Tim.
Tim doesn't need Matt. Tim needs someone better, and stronger, and able to shoulder their own burdens. Tim needs anyone that isn't him, but he hears the bourbon being poured, smells it in the air, and runs his hands down his face after he takes his glasses off. It's a vulnerable moment.
He realizes, suddenly, he only wants Tim. Only wants to be with Tim, and he can smell fading bruises and knows there are nights when Tim isn't his. It's stupid, but it's all now starting to bother him. All amassing at once.
"I'm glad you're safe." He isn't even sure if he's said it before or not.
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Date: 2016-01-16 05:21 am (UTC)Tim doesn't need Matt. Tim needs someone better, and stronger, and able to shoulder their own burdens. Tim needs anyone that isn't him, but he hears the bourbon being poured, smells it in the air, and runs his hands down his face after he takes his glasses off. It's a vulnerable moment.
He realizes, suddenly, he only wants Tim. Only wants to be with Tim, and he can smell fading bruises and knows there are nights when Tim isn't his. It's stupid, but it's all now starting to bother him. All amassing at once.
"I'm glad you're safe." He isn't even sure if he's said it before or not.