Tim tips his head, pressing his cheek against Matt's palm briefly, and it's more than comforting. It's warm and gentle and he can feel rough callouses on Matt's hands that don't belong to a lawyer, but that might belong to a boxer, and he's suddenly reminded that Matt isn't as polished and proper as he comes off as sometimes.
He's rough around the edges, just like Tim is. But Matt's edges are hidden behind a smile and a nice suit. Tim's are accentuated by a lilting accent and military tattoos.
Whatever happens from here, good or bad, this isn't something he'll regret. Not this rain-drenched, impromptu confession, but the last few months as a whole. All the time he's spent in Matt's bed, at the kitchen table over breakfast, on various coffee dates, at a back table at Josie's. Because Matt is kind and incredible and smart and gorgeous and Tim is lucky to have gotten as much time as he has with the other man. So even if it crashes and burns tonight, at least he's spent the last few months happy.
He trails into the living room, only vaguely aware of the water he must be dripping behind him. The same goes for the couch when he sits on it, more concerned with pushing wet hair out of his face and trying not to physically shiver.
"I'm always cold," he says, and it sounds just a touch grumbly. "New York is cold."
He takes the clothes from Matt, setting them aside so he can strip completely out of his wet ones. The hoodie and sweat pants are warm and soft with use, and smell very distinctly of Matt. It makes his heart stutter a little.
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Date: 2016-03-24 07:03 am (UTC)He's rough around the edges, just like Tim is. But Matt's edges are hidden behind a smile and a nice suit. Tim's are accentuated by a lilting accent and military tattoos.
Whatever happens from here, good or bad, this isn't something he'll regret. Not this rain-drenched, impromptu confession, but the last few months as a whole. All the time he's spent in Matt's bed, at the kitchen table over breakfast, on various coffee dates, at a back table at Josie's. Because Matt is kind and incredible and smart and gorgeous and Tim is lucky to have gotten as much time as he has with the other man. So even if it crashes and burns tonight, at least he's spent the last few months happy.
He trails into the living room, only vaguely aware of the water he must be dripping behind him. The same goes for the couch when he sits on it, more concerned with pushing wet hair out of his face and trying not to physically shiver.
"I'm always cold," he says, and it sounds just a touch grumbly. "New York is cold."
He takes the clothes from Matt, setting them aside so he can strip completely out of his wet ones. The hoodie and sweat pants are warm and soft with use, and smell very distinctly of Matt. It makes his heart stutter a little.