"I can't see but I can feel. I can hear. I can smell. Air currents, bones shifting if I concentrate hard enough. Whether or not someone's lying."

And then Tim may as well have dropped a bomb on him. Matt presses his lips together, but he can't stammer. Instead, he goes quiet.

Once again, Tim is right.

"I knew. I knew but we were both drunk and happy--I was happy. You were happy for the first time in what was probably ages from the way the tension left your shoulders. And your voice..."

He pauses, trails off, and starts again. "I thought maybe it could be a one night stand, but it kept happening... and I liked it too much to stop it. To stop us. "