Matt thinks he's lucky. Everything is as smooth as can be, considering. Tim is hot and smart and loves shit like documentaries, and he's an honest person. He's a GOOD person.
The devil of hells kitchen doesn't give Tim any more tips. If anything, he avoids Tim. Matt doesn't want him getting hurt.
Matt slacks off because he has Tim. He hates that it's true--he goes to Josies. He stays in and has amazing sex. He doesn't deserve this. The truth is he shouldn't be happy. He should be protecting the city. When tims asleep one night, he prays.
He confesses to Father Landon. Things picK up and he can still hear their conversation in his head. That he cant have a fulfilling relationship and die a martyr like he so desperately wants.
Suddenly, he gets a lead on Fisk. Suddenly, he's so close he can taste it Karen and Foggy are doing the best they can from the legal side but Matt slips out. Matt gets information.
Matt gets the shit kicked out of him. Matt calls Claire.
Claire stays with him until he's conscious. Informs him that she's texted Foggy to tell him he's sick.
"You're going to run out of excuses," she says.
"Thank you," Matt responds, and gingerly sits up. He's in his bed, butterfly bandage over his eyebrow, lip split and cheek bruised. He's not in much else, and his torso is worse for wear to say the least.
"In serious--"
"Stop." Matt tilts his head sharply to the left. "Stop and be quiet."
Tim's here. Claire stares.
"Your boyfriend?"
"Yes. Shh."
Claire's eyes narrow. "You haven't told him?"
"No." And Matt knows what she's going to do even before she does it.
"Claire!" His voice is loud, desperate, but Claire opens the door and smiles tersely. She's tired. Of a lot of things, of course, but mainly of dealing with Matt.
"All yours, big boy."
"Claire--" Matt can't move from the bedroom. Claire walks passed Tim.
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Date: 2016-08-30 06:56 am (UTC)The devil of hells kitchen doesn't give Tim any more tips. If anything, he avoids Tim. Matt doesn't want him getting hurt.
Matt slacks off because he has Tim. He hates that it's true--he goes to Josies. He stays in and has amazing sex. He doesn't deserve this. The truth is he shouldn't be happy. He should be protecting the city. When tims asleep one night, he prays.
He confesses to Father Landon. Things picK up and he can still hear their conversation in his head. That he cant have a fulfilling relationship and die a martyr like he so desperately wants.
Suddenly, he gets a lead on Fisk. Suddenly, he's so close he can taste it Karen and Foggy are doing the best they can from the legal side but Matt slips out. Matt gets information.
Matt gets the shit kicked out of him. Matt calls Claire.
Claire stays with him until he's conscious. Informs him that she's texted Foggy to tell him he's sick.
"You're going to run out of excuses," she says.
"Thank you," Matt responds, and gingerly sits up. He's in his bed, butterfly bandage over his eyebrow, lip split and cheek bruised. He's not in much else, and his torso is worse for wear to say the least.
"In serious--"
"Stop." Matt tilts his head sharply to the left. "Stop and be quiet."
Tim's here. Claire stares.
"Your boyfriend?"
"Yes. Shh."
Claire's eyes narrow. "You haven't told him?"
"No." And Matt knows what she's going to do even before she does it.
"Claire!" His voice is loud, desperate, but Claire opens the door and smiles tersely. She's tired. Of a lot of things, of course, but mainly of dealing with Matt.
"All yours, big boy."
"Claire--" Matt can't move from the bedroom. Claire walks passed Tim.
Matt feels a cold dread wash over him.