"A little," Matt confesses, and his face flickers into a humorless smile. They know each other way too well. It's kind of sad--or would be, if they weren't do oerfec t for each other.

Matt likes to think so, at least.

"Hold out your hand," he says softly. His hand moves to Tim's, purposely ghosting fingers on it before pulling out the small key in his own pocket. He presses it into the others' hand.

"I did some research. Your lease expires soon, and you've been here for about a month and haven't really gone home."