Sophia felt Tim's hand on her knee and was a little surprised. It wasn't often he was the first one out of the two of them to try to make physical contact in any situation. It was a small gesture, but nonetheless it made her feel better. Tim might have been awkward, but he was sweet. Genuine. Unlike a few others she could name.

Wiping away her tears on her shirt sleeve, Sophia sniffled and then lowered her arm. His words helped boost her spirit a bit, though she still felt a little bitter as she thought of David and the others. It was hard but Sophia tried to push them from her mind. She gave Tim a weak, half-hearted smile. "Thanks," she said, wiping her eyes on her sleeve once more.

Sophia's knee was warm beneath Tim's hand. It felt nice, comforting. Just Tim being there was a comfort. She enjoyed his company and was glad that she was here with him rather than with her family. Sophia recalled everything from the past week and reaffirmed that she liked Tim. And, yes, she was developing a crush on him. But she was sure nothing would come of it. Even if Tim wasn't as withdrawn from people as he was, Sophia herself was still too scared to try dating again.

Trying not to let her internal conflict show, Sophia pulled herself together inquired, "Shall we keep asking questions or do something else now?"