Matt laughs, and somehow, Tim knows that he can now open his eyes without being afraid. He knows that he won't see any blood or bullet holes. Just Matt, those unfocused eyes and that smile. And all it took was a laugh that makes his heart skip unsteadily in his chest.
He's under no illusion that somebody else can fix him. That somebody else's unyielding love and support can make him all better, the way he was before he went to war. That's not how it works. And there's no way to get that part of him back. Matt won't ever be able to fix him, but he'll be damned if the other man doesn't make it easier, soothing his frayed nerves and pressing a light kiss against his temple.
Matt won't make the nightmares go away, but he'll make them bearable. He'll make everything bearable.
He knows that, eventually, he'll have to get up and pour himself a glass of bourbon. He can never seem to fall back asleep without it after a nightmare. But for now, this is good. This is perfect, pressed close against Matt's firm chest between silk sheets. He thinks maybe he could stay like this forever.
Finally, he lifts his head, having to lean back away from Matt to do so. But it's just to look at the other's face, the line of his jaw and his sightless eyes. Entirely intact and alive and well, with the exception of a fading bruise on his temple that Matt says he got bumping into a door. Tim's not sure he believes that, but he doesn't think about it right now either. Instead, he puts his palm gently against Matt's jaw and leans in to kiss his mouth.
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Date: 2016-03-19 10:10 am (UTC)He's under no illusion that somebody else can fix him. That somebody else's unyielding love and support can make him all better, the way he was before he went to war. That's not how it works. And there's no way to get that part of him back. Matt won't ever be able to fix him, but he'll be damned if the other man doesn't make it easier, soothing his frayed nerves and pressing a light kiss against his temple.
Matt won't make the nightmares go away, but he'll make them bearable. He'll make everything bearable.
He knows that, eventually, he'll have to get up and pour himself a glass of bourbon. He can never seem to fall back asleep without it after a nightmare. But for now, this is good. This is perfect, pressed close against Matt's firm chest between silk sheets. He thinks maybe he could stay like this forever.
Finally, he lifts his head, having to lean back away from Matt to do so. But it's just to look at the other's face, the line of his jaw and his sightless eyes. Entirely intact and alive and well, with the exception of a fading bruise on his temple that Matt says he got bumping into a door. Tim's not sure he believes that, but he doesn't think about it right now either. Instead, he puts his palm gently against Matt's jaw and leans in to kiss his mouth.