Tim flinched a little when she went to hug him, but he let it happen, and he didn't fight the hug. He let her wrap her arms around him, pulling him in close. For a moment it hurt, a lot. There was a feeling of singing flesh and muscle, just for a fraction of a second He thought it would kill him for a second. He thought the pain would make him gasp, cry, scream, die, but then--

Calm.

He didn't wrap his arms around her, but he appreciated the hug all the more. He felt a pleasant serenity begin to envelop his body, calming him down, making him feel a little bit better. He exhaled loudly, his breath shaking. He nodded his head a bit, agreeing with her. He always agreed with the idea that is mother was psychotic--he had carried the bruises to prove it--but still, there was always the lurking fear that made him wonder that maybe he was still responsible somehow. He knew for a fact that it wasn't the truth, but knowing the truth didn't really stop it.

He sat there for a few minutes, accepting the comfort that Sophia was giving him, wishing that he hadn't cried two ties in a row today, but still, feeling better.