Tim presses his lips together, trying to decide how much he wants to say. No more secrets, he remembers. He doesn't know if this counts, but better be safe than sorry. Maybe he just wants a reason to say it.

He presses his face against Matt's back, taking care to avoid any stitches or bruises.

"I came here to talk to you. To apologize, I guess. I missed you. And when I heard you stumblin' around in here, I shot the lock off the door and came in. You looked awful. I could've sworn you weren't gonna make it."

But he did. Matt's here, and Tim's here, and they're okay. Rocky and emotional, but okay. If Tim were ever going to believe in a God, it'd be because of this.

"You told me to call Claire," he says softly. "You told me you loved me."