"Me, too," Tim admits, all quiet, drawling murmurs. It's not the sort of thing he'd normally admit, because it feels like he's admitting to a weakness. He's a soldier. He shouldn't feel weak. But he does, and he admits it to Matt in different, fewer words.
He pours the bourbon for himself, then pours the scotch for Matt, sliding it across the table until it touches his hand. It feels like these past few days that he's been running on nothing but cat naps and bourbon and coffee. He can't get away with keeping a bottle in his desk (or, as it is, in Nelson's desk) here like he could in Kentucky, but there's a bar down the street from the station, and more often than not, Tim ends up taking his work home with him.
He smiles ruefully as he sits back against the couch, leaning just slightly towards Matt. He always said he'd be nothing like his daddy, but he thinks that maybe Matt was right to be concerned about his drinking. It's a little more than just 'a glass before bed'.
But he's functioning. As long as he's still functioning, it's alright.
"The thing about bein' a sniper," Tim says, voice quiet as he takes a sip of bourbon. "Is that you're almost always out of harm's way. You watch a lot of people get hurt and a lot of people die while you're tucked away safe and sound on whatever rooftop or cliff side they put you on."
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Date: 2016-01-16 05:41 am (UTC)He pours the bourbon for himself, then pours the scotch for Matt, sliding it across the table until it touches his hand. It feels like these past few days that he's been running on nothing but cat naps and bourbon and coffee. He can't get away with keeping a bottle in his desk (or, as it is, in Nelson's desk) here like he could in Kentucky, but there's a bar down the street from the station, and more often than not, Tim ends up taking his work home with him.
He smiles ruefully as he sits back against the couch, leaning just slightly towards Matt. He always said he'd be nothing like his daddy, but he thinks that maybe Matt was right to be concerned about his drinking. It's a little more than just 'a glass before bed'.
But he's functioning. As long as he's still functioning, it's alright.
"The thing about bein' a sniper," Tim says, voice quiet as he takes a sip of bourbon. "Is that you're almost always out of harm's way. You watch a lot of people get hurt and a lot of people die while you're tucked away safe and sound on whatever rooftop or cliff side they put you on."