Tim just sat there, tears running down his face, which was a wide eyed disaster. He still wasn't sobbing. Tears just came out, while his expression was one of complete disbelief. His mouth hung open, in an expression of pure shock. He had a hand covering the crook of his  arm, gripping at the sleeve of his sweater hard. His breathing was slower now, but still heavy. He felt like he was dying.

He only just realized that they were back in his own apartment again.

He lifted his head up off of Sophia's shoulder, finally closing his mouth. He still held a death grip on his sleeve, though. He gritted his teeth hard as he tried to take in the reality of the situation. [i]I'm back home.[/i] he told himself. [i]I'm going to be alright.[/i] 

That didn't fucking work, because he still felt fucking awful. He wiped his eyes with his sleeve once before bringing his arm back down, gripping at the sleeve again. He exhaled sharply, his breath shaking. Sophia tried to ask him what happened, ask him what he saw, but he just shook his head no. He couldnt.

He could not tell her.