"Little different, I bet. More don't-rip-these-stitches and less no-more-secrets."
Matt's fingers wrap around Tim's wrist, and Tim blinks at it for a second. That happened easier than it should have, he thinks. At least, if Matt were a regularly blind man. Suddenly, he realizes that all the time he's offered Matt his elbow when they walked, and all the times he's made sure glasses and plates and things have touched Matt's hand so he knew where they were, were all probably pointless gestures.
"Besides, if I don't call her, she's gonna give me a stern talkin' to, and I'm not ready for that, either."
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Date: 2016-09-01 04:29 am (UTC)Matt's fingers wrap around Tim's wrist, and Tim blinks at it for a second. That happened easier than it should have, he thinks. At least, if Matt were a regularly blind man. Suddenly, he realizes that all the time he's offered Matt his elbow when they walked, and all the times he's made sure glasses and plates and things have touched Matt's hand so he knew where they were, were all probably pointless gestures.
"Besides, if I don't call her, she's gonna give me a stern talkin' to, and I'm not ready for that, either."