This is nice. Matt thinks of the keys he had made up for Tim earlier today, and the blackout curtains, and the fact that he's debating a bigger TV if his budget can afford it.

He fucking loves Tim Gutterson, and has for a while. It's his voice, his smell, but mostly it's that at the end of the day, he can rely on Tim to do what's right.

This, though. Matt stiffens, a warning in his voice.

"Tim, no. I'm not leaving Hells Kitchen alone."