"I did two tours, little bit of rain's not gonna kill me." It's dismissive. He doesn't care that he's wet and the air outside is nipping and he's actually chilly, because he has bigger, more important things to focus on. Like this. Like them.
He steps into the apartment, hitting the lights automatically out of reflex. It's better this way though, because he likes being able to see Matt's face. Suddenly, Tim wants to kiss him. To back Matt up against the wall and kiss him until they're both absolutely breathless, and Matt's clothes are as soaked as his own. He's always been better at expressing himself through actions rather than words. But if he gets distracted now, he won't end up doing this at all, and it's very easy to get distracted by Matt.
There's a moment of silence, because Tim's not sure how to word it at first. Not sure where he's supposed to begin, or how he's supposed to say it, because just saying it doesn't feel right. He needs to explain it. His fingers curl into his palms for a brief moment, extending again as he exhales slowly.
"I was at a bar tonight," he says, and he's not sure that's the best place to start, but it's too late to change his mind now. He keeps going, and although Matt can't see him, he can't quite make himself look the other in the face. "There was this guy, great arms, great jaw. Asked me to go home with him. We were all the way out on the sidewalk and his hands were on my ass when I realized--"
He pauses, but it's not for long. He doesn't want to give Matt the chance to speak until he's finished. So he only looks up at the other's face before he continues, quietly.
"I didn't want to go home with him. I don't think I want to go home with anyone. Just you." He swallows hard, continues quickly. "I'm not expectin' you to feel the same way, I'm not askin' you to not sleep with anyone else. I'm just tellin' you. I'm not goin' to."
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Date: 2016-03-21 08:14 am (UTC)He steps into the apartment, hitting the lights automatically out of reflex. It's better this way though, because he likes being able to see Matt's face. Suddenly, Tim wants to kiss him. To back Matt up against the wall and kiss him until they're both absolutely breathless, and Matt's clothes are as soaked as his own. He's always been better at expressing himself through actions rather than words. But if he gets distracted now, he won't end up doing this at all, and it's very easy to get distracted by Matt.
There's a moment of silence, because Tim's not sure how to word it at first. Not sure where he's supposed to begin, or how he's supposed to say it, because just saying it doesn't feel right. He needs to explain it. His fingers curl into his palms for a brief moment, extending again as he exhales slowly.
"I was at a bar tonight," he says, and he's not sure that's the best place to start, but it's too late to change his mind now. He keeps going, and although Matt can't see him, he can't quite make himself look the other in the face. "There was this guy, great arms, great jaw. Asked me to go home with him. We were all the way out on the sidewalk and his hands were on my ass when I realized--"
He pauses, but it's not for long. He doesn't want to give Matt the chance to speak until he's finished. So he only looks up at the other's face before he continues, quietly.
"I didn't want to go home with him. I don't think I want to go home with anyone. Just you." He swallows hard, continues quickly. "I'm not expectin' you to feel the same way, I'm not askin' you to not sleep with anyone else. I'm just tellin' you. I'm not goin' to."