"I don't want to sit down," Tim says, and maybe it's childish, but he doesn't care. He's allowed to be childish, after all the shit Matt's decided to put him through. He's allowed to stand on the other side of the coffee table, with his arms crossed over his chest, and his jaw set tight.

"It's not fair," he agrees. "It's not fair that you've been lyin' and keepin' secrets ever since we met. It's not fair that I have to question if you actually like me or if you're usin' me to stay close to the case. It's not fair that I can hardly bear to think about all the times I've almost killed you. None of this is fair, but you're not the one that gets to bitch about it."

He's more raw and emotional and vulnerable than he thinks he's ever been in his life. Probably because Matt means more to him than almost anyone in his entire life.