Tim was already starting to mess up, and he was visibly more nervous than he was before they left. His movements were smaller, finicky. He had pretty much shrunk into himself a bit, made himself smaller. He wanted to apologize for what he said in the car, for trying to be funny, but he didn't want to mess that up, too. His plans were already beginning to crash down around him. He was playing with the fur on his jacket when Sophia asked him the question, effectively snapping him out of his trance.

"W-wha? Oh, um, yes, absolutely. Air is so good."

He looked at her with a face that said [i]yes, I know what I said was really stupid, and I know you know it[/i] and he scratched at the back of his head. He was blushing a bit. HE didn't know what he was supposed to do now.