Tim's eyes are on the pages of his book. Scanning the words but not really reading them. He practically knows the book by heart anyway. Instead, he's going through everything in his head. Finding Matt, his I love you, the fact that his boyfriend is the Devil of Hell's Kitchen. The facts repeat themselves in his head. Matt's known Tim's been working to find the vigilante. That's never been a secret.

No wonder Matt wouldn't tell him the truth. No wonder Matt wanted to get involved. The closer he is to Tim, the closer he is to the case. He feels so God damn stupid.

Matt gasps. Tim's gaze jerks up, immediately snapped out of his thoughts, and he watches as Matt tries to sit up, as his body seizes and he yells out in pain. Tim feels hurt and betrayed, but his heart still pangs and aches to see Matt so roughed up.

"Hey," he says, his voice quiet and soothing as he stands up, moving to kneel by Matt's side. "Don't move. You're in real bad shape."