He didn't need heightened senses to get that Tim was drunk. He could smell the alcohol, could tell he wasn't quite swaying but there was a subtle shift in the way those narrow legs walked. The other's heart rate is picking up, hands clenching, and Matt waits patiently.

Tim's drunk. He doesn't mean any of this, and Matt opens his mouth to protest and try to get him out of the hallway before he speaks--really speaks--and Matt is genuinely at a loss for words.

He wants to say he doesn't feel an intense stab of jealousy when the other makes a comment about going home with someone. Of course Tim did--they weren't in an actual relationship, after all, and this just proved it. Tim probably thinks Matt's sleeping around, too. It's far from the answer, but Matt has to realize that that's the truth to Tim.

He wants to tell him. Right then and there, Matt wants to expose himself and grab Tim and pull him into a kiss. Wants to risk everything he's done, wants to just tell Tim absolutely everything. More importantly, he wants to tell the marshal that all he wants is to curl up to Tim for as long as he'll let him. He wants this. He wants them.

He opens his mouth, half-smiles and finds himself stammering, just for a brief moment.

"Tim--let's.. let's get you dry before anything else. Come here."