Matt closes his mouth. He closes his hand, too, and is acutely aware of that noise tims jaw makes. His arms are crossed again. Matt's heart sinks.
"Tim..." he starts to say something but he find he can't quite finish it. Starts to panic, gaze searching for tims face even though he can't actually see anything. It's not hard to make out the desperation in his gaze. It's fear, too.
Fear that the only good thing to happen to him in months is going to drift away.
He has to tell him. He has to tell him something--anything. The freshly stitched stab wounds aren't something you get from boxing.
He closes his eyes. He can't use the car accident excuse. Can't use someone jumping him as one.
"I can't tell you," he says, and his voice is thin. "I'm sorry."
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Date: 2016-08-30 08:26 am (UTC)"Tim..." he starts to say something but he find he can't quite finish it. Starts to panic, gaze searching for tims face even though he can't actually see anything. It's not hard to make out the desperation in his gaze. It's fear, too.
Fear that the only good thing to happen to him in months is going to drift away.
He has to tell him. He has to tell him something--anything. The freshly stitched stab wounds aren't something you get from boxing.
He closes his eyes. He can't use the car accident excuse. Can't use someone jumping him as one.
"I can't tell you," he says, and his voice is thin. "I'm sorry."