Tim knows that Matt isn't angry at him. Angry in general, maybe. Angry at himself. Tim doesn't take it personally. He's more than used to the many shades of the other's anger to do that anymore. Sometimes, he thinks Matt's probably always angry, and that he's just very, very good at hiding it.
His mouth is still against Matt's jaw, but his hand moves to the other side of the lawyer's face, palm flattening against his cheek and pressing gently so he can look at the other's face. Those sightless eyes, the butterfly stitches holding together a gash above his eyebrow, the purple bruise blooming over his cheekbone. Beautiful, even when beaten all to hell.
"And you can't go fight the bad guys when you can hardly sit up straight. I'm not askin' you to stop, Matt. Just askin' you not to be an idiot." He brushes his thumb lightly across Matt's lips. "And askin' you to come home to me. Alive."
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Date: 2016-09-01 04:59 am (UTC)His mouth is still against Matt's jaw, but his hand moves to the other side of the lawyer's face, palm flattening against his cheek and pressing gently so he can look at the other's face. Those sightless eyes, the butterfly stitches holding together a gash above his eyebrow, the purple bruise blooming over his cheekbone. Beautiful, even when beaten all to hell.
"And you can't go fight the bad guys when you can hardly sit up straight. I'm not askin' you to stop, Matt. Just askin' you not to be an idiot." He brushes his thumb lightly across Matt's lips. "And askin' you to come home to me. Alive."