Tim exhales slowly. Matt's hand in his hair is grounding, a steadying force just like his voice. These little things — Matt's fingers and the way he talks about the menial things, even the silk sheets on the bed beneath him, the feeling of the other man's skin when Tim turns his head so it's his cheek resting on the lawyer's shoulder instead of his forehead — they're like individual anchors for him, dragging him back to reality.
Back to the present. Back to Matt.
Somehow, despite this being one of the worse nightmares he's had in a long time, he's seeming to come down from it sooner than he ever has on his own, or with anyone else for that matter. Eventually, all he can hear is Matt's voice, and the sound of the city outside. No more gunshots. He can still smell smoke, still taste dirt in his mouth, though those always linger longer than the rest.
But he still doesn't dare open his eyes. He's too afraid to.
"I know you're sensitive to things like that," Tim says quietly, and there's still a faint tremor in his voice, but at least it doesn't crack this time. "I remember you sayin' something a few weeks ago about the guy's cologne next to us at the bar."
It was for Matt's benefit, though it's not something he'd admit under normal circumstances. But tonight is different. Tonight, he can't possibly feel any more vulnerable than he already does, so he might as well tell the truth.
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Date: 2016-03-19 08:39 am (UTC)Back to the present. Back to Matt.
Somehow, despite this being one of the worse nightmares he's had in a long time, he's seeming to come down from it sooner than he ever has on his own, or with anyone else for that matter. Eventually, all he can hear is Matt's voice, and the sound of the city outside. No more gunshots. He can still smell smoke, still taste dirt in his mouth, though those always linger longer than the rest.
But he still doesn't dare open his eyes. He's too afraid to.
"I know you're sensitive to things like that," Tim says quietly, and there's still a faint tremor in his voice, but at least it doesn't crack this time. "I remember you sayin' something a few weeks ago about the guy's cologne next to us at the bar."
It was for Matt's benefit, though it's not something he'd admit under normal circumstances. But tonight is different. Tonight, he can't possibly feel any more vulnerable than he already does, so he might as well tell the truth.