Tim's heart aches. Matt's grasping for him, and Tim's resolve is running quite thin. It would be easy to forget this whole thing and to crawl into bed with Matt, take off the afternoon and spend it watching documentaries and holding hands and eating pizza. He doesn't want to ruin things between them. It's why he hasn't pushed or pried whenever he suspects Matt's lying.
But his suspicions happen often, and it feels like he's ignoring Matt's lies more often than he's hearing the other tell the truth. Tim's not sure he deserves better than what he's getting. But leaving things the way they have been is killing him.
He doesn't reach out for Matt's hand. Maybe it's cruel, but so is Matt lying to his face for months, he thinks. It's how he justifies it anyway. He crosses his arms over his chest, jaw set.
"I'll sit when you tell me what the hell's goin' on. I know you're not clumsy, and I know you didn't get this from boxin' or some shit. So tell me the truth. For once."
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Date: 2016-08-30 08:19 am (UTC)But his suspicions happen often, and it feels like he's ignoring Matt's lies more often than he's hearing the other tell the truth. Tim's not sure he deserves better than what he's getting. But leaving things the way they have been is killing him.
He doesn't reach out for Matt's hand. Maybe it's cruel, but so is Matt lying to his face for months, he thinks. It's how he justifies it anyway. He crosses his arms over his chest, jaw set.
"I'll sit when you tell me what the hell's goin' on. I know you're not clumsy, and I know you didn't get this from boxin' or some shit. So tell me the truth. For once."