Tim looked over at her slowly, a strange look frozen on his face, his eyes half open, his eyebrows raised. He shook his head a bit, a small smile, almost unnoticeable, spread across his face. He sighed quietly.

"No, I'm okay." he said, putting a pillow down on the couch again, his arms hanging limply in front of him for a few moments as he did it. He stared down at the couch for a few seconds before speaking again, words flowing out without filtering through his mind. "Because if I sleep, you'll leave."

He turned around, sluggish, looking down at the coffee table.

"I don't want you to leave."

He didn't even perceive what he was saying, he was just letting the words fall out. He wasn't doing that Tim thing he did when he realized what he said and got really nervous. He was just talking, smiling, saying what he thought. It was different.