Sophia looked around the living room--normally tidy, now a mess--and looked at Tim. He appeared to be an utter wreck. She felt her heart clench in her chest. She wanted to go over to him, hug him, do whatever she could to make him feel better. But she knew this wasn't a time she could do that. So instead Sophia closed the door and locked it behind her. Without even bothering to shrug off her jacket or dust the snow out of her hair she sat cross-legged on the floor across from Tim. She made sure to give him plenty of space so he wouldn't feel like she was too close. After a moment of silence she finally asked, "Do you want to talk about it, Tim?"