Tim breathed in sharply. He was unsure. He liked hanging out with Sophia-- he liked it a lot, if he was being honest. But he really didn't think he could handle so much all at once. He didn't want to ruin their friendship right after it started just because he couldn't handle it at all. That, and for...well, one other reason. 

He didn't want to tell her about that.

 He shifted his weight a bit, breathed out, and answered.

"Um... I dont know, uh, about that. I think...like, I like being alone, too. I dont...like... hate it at all, or anything. But... I dont know,  really like you, hanging out with you and stuff. And also...uh, theres... I'm just not 100%...comfortable...yet. But I-I would love to do..stuff. With you. Lots of stuff! Just...not on that day, if thats okay. I'm sorry, I'm not... I still need time. But I really, really want to hang out soon, again, if you're okay with that."

He had pushed his hands into his pockets, and he was constantly looking down at his feet, and back up to her. He didnt know what he was doing.