His wet clothes are draped over the back of one of the kitchen chairs. They probably won't dry very well that way, but it's mostly so they're not lying in a sopping wet pile on the floor where Matt can trip over them. Tim's always vaguely conscious of things like that. So much that he doesn't even have to actively think about them anymore, but that it's habit to make sure the glass touches Matt's hand when he's pouring them drinks, or to offer his elbow when they're walking down the street.
The blanket is thick and warm and Tim wraps it around himself tightly before sitting back down on the couch. He remembers the harsh climate conditions of Afghanistan, how he suffered through worse with less protection. A little bit of cold rain is nothing compared to that, but he still finds himself fighting off the urge to shiver.
He's quiet, not even looking up until Matt speaks. He watches the way Matt makes tea, how he compensates for his lack of sight with all his other senses. And he's glad, not for the first time, that Matt can't see the way he winces at those words.
"Don't," he says, and while his voice is quiet, it's awfully firm. "Don't give me any bullshit excuses like that. If you want to cut ties with this, that's fine. Just say so. But I like you more than I ever intended to, and I don't care if you think you're not the best person to be with. I want this."
He pulls in a breath, wrapping the blanket around himself a little tighter, and his voice gets a touch softer. "But if you don't, then just tell me. I don't need you to let me down easy."
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Date: 2016-03-26 05:19 am (UTC)The blanket is thick and warm and Tim wraps it around himself tightly before sitting back down on the couch. He remembers the harsh climate conditions of Afghanistan, how he suffered through worse with less protection. A little bit of cold rain is nothing compared to that, but he still finds himself fighting off the urge to shiver.
He's quiet, not even looking up until Matt speaks. He watches the way Matt makes tea, how he compensates for his lack of sight with all his other senses. And he's glad, not for the first time, that Matt can't see the way he winces at those words.
"Don't," he says, and while his voice is quiet, it's awfully firm. "Don't give me any bullshit excuses like that. If you want to cut ties with this, that's fine. Just say so. But I like you more than I ever intended to, and I don't care if you think you're not the best person to be with. I want this."
He pulls in a breath, wrapping the blanket around himself a little tighter, and his voice gets a touch softer. "But if you don't, then just tell me. I don't need you to let me down easy."