"Jesus Christ," Tim breathes. "You're not fine. You almost died. I almost watched you die."
He's angry again. He's angry and hurt and betrayed, but more than that, he's relieved. Relieved that Matt's still breathing, still talking. Relieved that it seems like he's going to pull through. Of course, it's only a matter of time before that fades and leaves him with nothing but anger and betrayal and resentment.
But right now, he reaches out, takes Matt's hand between his own. The other's knuckles are bandaged, cut up and bruised beneath the white gauze. Tim brings Matt's hand up, kisses the back of his hand.
He needs to text Claire. Let her know Matt's awake so she can come check up on him. But it can wait. At least for a little while.
"You know," he says, so softly he's almost whispering, lips still moving against the back of Matt's hand. "Awhile back, we had the vigilante cornered. Trapped, surrounded. Snipers on the roofs. I was the only one who almost got a shot. Only lost it at the last second."
He draws in a breath, exhales slowly. "I almost shot you a dozen different times."
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Date: 2016-08-31 04:19 am (UTC)He's angry again. He's angry and hurt and betrayed, but more than that, he's relieved. Relieved that Matt's still breathing, still talking. Relieved that it seems like he's going to pull through. Of course, it's only a matter of time before that fades and leaves him with nothing but anger and betrayal and resentment.
But right now, he reaches out, takes Matt's hand between his own. The other's knuckles are bandaged, cut up and bruised beneath the white gauze. Tim brings Matt's hand up, kisses the back of his hand.
He needs to text Claire. Let her know Matt's awake so she can come check up on him. But it can wait. At least for a little while.
"You know," he says, so softly he's almost whispering, lips still moving against the back of Matt's hand. "Awhile back, we had the vigilante cornered. Trapped, surrounded. Snipers on the roofs. I was the only one who almost got a shot. Only lost it at the last second."
He draws in a breath, exhales slowly. "I almost shot you a dozen different times."