When Matt returns, it's with a very warm, thick blanket that's soft to the touch. He bought it when he was younger and Stick would force him into a bath of icewater to train him to properly numb himself and slow his heart rate. Thinking back, he's amazed he made it out of his childhood alive.
He hands it to the other--or at least in the general direction of his voice, and he smiles ever so slightly. Once the blanket is out of his hands he lightly touches the wall as he walks towards the kitchen, and picks up the kettle a split second before it starts whistling.
"I didn't think you felt that way," he says earnestly as he feels for a teabag and smells to see if he has the right flavour. Peppermint. He begins pouring Tim a cup.
"Tim, I'm--I--there's no easy way to say this." He pauses. "I'm... Not exactly the best person to be with."
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Date: 2016-03-26 05:01 am (UTC)He hands it to the other--or at least in the general direction of his voice, and he smiles ever so slightly. Once the blanket is out of his hands he lightly touches the wall as he walks towards the kitchen, and picks up the kettle a split second before it starts whistling.
"I didn't think you felt that way," he says earnestly as he feels for a teabag and smells to see if he has the right flavour. Peppermint. He begins pouring Tim a cup.
"Tim, I'm--I--there's no easy way to say this." He pauses. "I'm... Not exactly the best person to be with."