"I just did what Claire told me to do. She's the reason you're alive. Real miracle worker, that woman."

He wants to hold Matt tight. He wants to snuggle in close and kiss his back and wrap his arms around the other's waist and never let go. But Matt's to fragile right now. Too bruised and broken. So Tim settles for looping an arm around the other's waist, gentle and loose, still pressing his face against Matt's back.

Its fucked up. They're fucked up. But there's nowhere else Tim would rather be.

"I do too, you know," he says, so quietly he's hardly talking at all. "Love you."