It's tim. He knows it's tim--Tims scent, tim's face, yes, but it's tim's kiss that pulls him out of darkness a second time.
He needs to meditate. He needs to slip into a trance and he'll be alright for most of it, maybe, with Claire on her way. He wants to articulate that to Tim, too, but it's bad. He knows it's bad. It had been one of the worst fights of his life.
He's bleeding from nobu's Kama, large gashes where the weapon-and-chain has cut into him. This is on top of the fights before, nevermind the rest of the fight nobu had. He's wet from jumping into new York grimey water, too.
"Tim..." Matt tries to speak again, tries to tell Tim that this is the reason. That this why Matt is always busy.
"I love you," He murmurs, and then slips into unconsciousness.
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He needs to meditate. He needs to slip into a trance and he'll be alright for most of it, maybe, with Claire on her way. He wants to articulate that to Tim, too, but it's bad. He knows it's bad. It had been one of the worst fights of his life.
He's bleeding from nobu's Kama, large gashes where the weapon-and-chain has cut into him. This is on top of the fights before, nevermind the rest of the fight nobu had. He's wet from jumping into new York grimey water, too.
"Tim..." Matt tries to speak again, tries to tell Tim that this is the reason. That this why Matt is always busy.
"I love you," He murmurs, and then slips into unconsciousness.