"And here I thought the bastard didn't leave any lastin' damage."

Tim hums, closing his eyes as Matt's fingers run through his hair. No more secrets. He's never been so open and honest with another person. Its strange. Though not necessarily bad.

He trusts Matt. Even if Matt's given him every reason not to. Tim trusts him.

Tim opens his eyes. He takes Matt's hand, pulls it from his hair so he can twine their fingers together and place a kiss against Matt's knuckles. He remembers how Matt said I love you to him the night before.

"How much of last night so you remember?" he asks softly. "When I found you?"