Tim's jaw tightens beneath Matt's hand. Not because of the touch, but because of the words. He's trying not to get angry. He's trying to have some sort of sympathy. He's trying to understand. Trying to sympathize with where Matt's coming from, why he lied, why he so stubbornly kept those secrets to himself.
He keeps coming back to Matt using their relationship as a way to keep tabs on the vigilante case. The thought makes his stomach knot.
"How d'you figure I wasn't gonna find out?" His voice is still low, still quite, but not quite even. It wavers, like he's trying not to let it raise. Like his emotions are getting the better of him. "It was only a matter of time before everything started addin' up. Or until we caught you."
He pauses. "Until we killed you. We've had a shoot on sight order on you for weeks. But I guess you already knew that."
Tim reaches up, touching Matt's jaw gently, tracing the other's bruised cheekbone softly with his thumb. "You're an idiot, Matt Murdock," he murmurs.
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Date: 2016-08-31 05:11 am (UTC)He keeps coming back to Matt using their relationship as a way to keep tabs on the vigilante case. The thought makes his stomach knot.
"How d'you figure I wasn't gonna find out?" His voice is still low, still quite, but not quite even. It wavers, like he's trying not to let it raise. Like his emotions are getting the better of him. "It was only a matter of time before everything started addin' up. Or until we caught you."
He pauses. "Until we killed you. We've had a shoot on sight order on you for weeks. But I guess you already knew that."
Tim reaches up, touching Matt's jaw gently, tracing the other's bruised cheekbone softly with his thumb. "You're an idiot, Matt Murdock," he murmurs.