"Tim," and Matt sounds so very rushed and needy and wanting. It'd eerily similar to the tone he uses in the bedroom at times, only this one is rife with pain. It's desperate.

He doesn't remember what he said. Doesn't remember Tim finding him. He does know this is bad. He tries a second time anyway, winces as he stares vaguely ahead of him, and eases himself back to the couch. He needs aspirin.

He needs a new body.

"I'm--I'm fine, what are you doing here?"

But he knows. He can smell it.