"You're safe," Matt repeats, and he feels like he needs to keep saying that. He doesn't know--he honestly doesn't know what to do--but he can tell from the heartbeat and the level of adrenaline that it's helping. Slowly and gradually, it's helping.
He doesn't want to disturb the other, doesn't want to upset him by moving closer despite all the lawyer wants to do is press gentle lips on soft temple, and to tell him it's alright. That this, too, shall pass.
Instead, he tries to speak again, tries to put his words into something useful. Maybe it's the sound of his voice that helps, instead of the grip.
"Our last date was for coffee and we went to the bodega on 8th. I couldn't stay for long but we'd meet up for lunch, but you got pulled away. You sounded annoyed." His wounds are hurting from how bolt upright he'd sat, but he knows he can meditate that all the way down. Tim needs him now.
"More annoyed than I've ever heard, I think, but I waited at your door until you were done and we walked along 8th and King to go have Indian food, because you'd never had it before."
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He doesn't want to disturb the other, doesn't want to upset him by moving closer despite all the lawyer wants to do is press gentle lips on soft temple, and to tell him it's alright. That this, too, shall pass.
Instead, he tries to speak again, tries to put his words into something useful. Maybe it's the sound of his voice that helps, instead of the grip.
"Our last date was for coffee and we went to the bodega on 8th. I couldn't stay for long but we'd meet up for lunch, but you got pulled away. You sounded annoyed." His wounds are hurting from how bolt upright he'd sat, but he knows he can meditate that all the way down. Tim needs him now.
"More annoyed than I've ever heard, I think, but I waited at your door until you were done and we walked along 8th and King to go have Indian food, because you'd never had it before."