He's close. He's so close--and he's getting a suit. A better one, good enough to face Fisk in. That's all that matters. That's all that's on his goddamn mind.
It's ready today. Fisk is going down. He spends all week meditating, right up against the wall. Tim can barely snap him out of the trance he puts himself in, but he heals a lot faster. Enough that Claire stops visiting.
He's been squirrely than usual. Still in pain, but Tim is helping him. He hates it and Tim knows he hates it but isn't going anywhere. They make the best of it. Karen stops by with flowers and Tim tells her matt's sleeping, but he'll give it to him. It's a nice gesture.
Now, though. There's a TV one of them has purchased, he honestly can't remember which one of them, and the hearing assistance is on. It cuts to the commercial, and Tim pats his face, and Matt decides to be honest.
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It's ready today. Fisk is going down. He spends all week meditating, right up against the wall. Tim can barely snap him out of the trance he puts himself in, but he heals a lot faster. Enough that Claire stops visiting.
He's been squirrely than usual. Still in pain, but Tim is helping him. He hates it and Tim knows he hates it but isn't going anywhere. They make the best of it. Karen stops by with flowers and Tim tells her matt's sleeping, but he'll give it to him. It's a nice gesture.
Now, though. There's a TV one of them has purchased, he honestly can't remember which one of them, and the hearing assistance is on. It cuts to the commercial, and Tim pats his face, and Matt decides to be honest.
"I hate this."