Matt is awake when Tim starts. Doesn't wake the other up, because he's not sure if he could or should, but it's hard to have heightened senses and not notice the sweat, or the smell of fear and panic, or the feeling of someone twitching. It pulls him right out of sleep and right into his fight or flight mode but it's always been fight with Matt, always been the protector.
He's listened so he knows what it's about. He's heard the other toss and turn in his sleep, too, and he's no stranger. He knows this happens and has had a good idea why, though tonight confirms it. It's stress and exhaustion and PTSD and Tim being lonely and unable to cope, Tim being too young to drink but able to kill a terrorist.
So when Tim jolts awake Matt is already sitting up. He's already shifting on the bed so he's facing the other, already reaching up to grab his arms and steady him. Tim can try to punch or attack back but Matt's grip is firm and he knows how to deal with panicked people that try to fight back.
"Tim," He says softly and quickly, voice syncopated and firm. "Tim, it's alright. It's alright, look at me. Focus on me and hear my voice. You're in New York, at my place. 435 51st street, in Hell's Kitchen. You're not anywhere else but my bed, just focus on me and try to breathe."
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He's listened so he knows what it's about. He's heard the other toss and turn in his sleep, too, and he's no stranger. He knows this happens and has had a good idea why, though tonight confirms it. It's stress and exhaustion and PTSD and Tim being lonely and unable to cope, Tim being too young to drink but able to kill a terrorist.
So when Tim jolts awake Matt is already sitting up. He's already shifting on the bed so he's facing the other, already reaching up to grab his arms and steady him. Tim can try to punch or attack back but Matt's grip is firm and he knows how to deal with panicked people that try to fight back.
"Tim," He says softly and quickly, voice syncopated and firm. "Tim, it's alright. It's alright, look at me. Focus on me and hear my voice. You're in New York, at my place. 435 51st street, in Hell's Kitchen. You're not anywhere else but my bed, just focus on me and try to breathe."