That's it. Matt apologizes, and something settles inside of Tim. Like maybe that was all he was looking for all along. It wasn't, he knows, but it's definitely a big piece. And now that it's settled into place, things feel a little steadier. He feels less like they're doomed. Feels like maybe there's a future for them.
He's always wanted a future for them. Even at the height of their arguing, even with Matt yelling and Tim fighting back, he wanted to see them come out on the other side. And now he can see it, even if it's just a sliver. There's hope.
Tim doesn't know that he really believes in hope or faith or destiny, or any of those optimistic, abstract ideas. But he believes in Matt. He believes in them.
"I know," he says quietly. He moves, now, around the coffee table and sits down on the edge of the couch gingerly. He finds Matt's hand again, curling his fingers around the other's. "I don't expect you to stop. But I do expect you to be truthful with me. No more secrets, Matt. I can't do that anymore."
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Date: 2016-08-31 08:25 am (UTC)He's always wanted a future for them. Even at the height of their arguing, even with Matt yelling and Tim fighting back, he wanted to see them come out on the other side. And now he can see it, even if it's just a sliver. There's hope.
Tim doesn't know that he really believes in hope or faith or destiny, or any of those optimistic, abstract ideas. But he believes in Matt. He believes in them.
"I know," he says quietly. He moves, now, around the coffee table and sits down on the edge of the couch gingerly. He finds Matt's hand again, curling his fingers around the other's. "I don't expect you to stop. But I do expect you to be truthful with me. No more secrets, Matt. I can't do that anymore."