Tim almost laughs. It's certainly not what he's expecting to hear, but honestly? He believes it. He believes it more than anything else Matt has ever told him. He smiles, one brow arching. "Yeah?"
He turns his head, kissing the palm of Matt's hand before shifting. He doesn't move away, but moves so he's sitting on the couch a little more properly, rearranges the both of them carefully, just a touch, so Matt can lean back against him. Not quite cuddling, but comfortable. Tim misses being close to the other.
There's a lot of things he should do. He should check on Matt's wounds, he should make them something to eat, he should contact Claire. But not yet. Not until things feel better mended.
"Sounds like my kind of story," he says, and it's an invitation for Matt to continue.
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Date: 2016-08-31 08:37 am (UTC)He turns his head, kissing the palm of Matt's hand before shifting. He doesn't move away, but moves so he's sitting on the couch a little more properly, rearranges the both of them carefully, just a touch, so Matt can lean back against him. Not quite cuddling, but comfortable. Tim misses being close to the other.
There's a lot of things he should do. He should check on Matt's wounds, he should make them something to eat, he should contact Claire. But not yet. Not until things feel better mended.
"Sounds like my kind of story," he says, and it's an invitation for Matt to continue.