Tim was at a loss, and that upset him. He knew ow she felt, he knew [i]exactly[/i] what it was that she was going through, and yet he couldn't find the words to say to her. He didn't want to bring up something too touchy or she would get even more upset, and he would just make the situation far more severe. He didn't want to do that. 

He wanted to touch her, put his hand on her shoulder, do something, do anything, and he wanted to. He went to reach his hand out to touch her shoulder, but his body stopped. He was scared. He felt comfortable around her all the time and he was still scared to touch her befor she would touch him. He tried again, his body freezing up again. He was just out of her line of sight, so Sophia couldnt see anything going on. She was just crying into her arms.

And so, Tim tried another approach. He walked away from her, into the kitchen. After a moment of searching, he found where she kept the glasses. He went to the sink, filled the glass up with water from the tap, and then sat it down in front of a chair at the kitchen table. He took the chair across from it, sitting down calmly with his arms crossed in front of her.

He didnt speak. He just gave her the moent she wanted, and waited patiently for her.