[Timothy](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2323135) did not have many friends, even before he came to St. Dymphna.

Maybe it was because he lived in the worse part of town, but his sincere niceness was treated with suspicion by most of his peers, and his Christian indoctrination made him abstain from all the sleepovers, the parties, the movie night-outs, the young love, and perhaps even the vices of smoking and drinking while still a minor: things that he should have all experienced by now, before he turned 17 four months later - but haven't. 

He spent most of his time in his room, preoccupied always in his own little world of historical glory as he summoned forth (and interrogated) past Crusaders and meditated on Cadwal's lectures, if he wasn't being a good boy and studying. At his former school's cafeteria, he thought he would find good company at the nerds' table, but was turned off by their rampant watching of hentai and other sexual deviances.

Looking back, most of his interactions with people of his age group involved them copying the homework they didn't do, or doing the group project by himself. Not that he minded all too much, but Timothy was still a teenager in a modern world. And he found it just a bit shameful.

Maybe it would be the same here, as after he had his little goodbye wave ignored by [Poppy](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2323135) and he sat down with his new charges and inspected their papers with genuine interest, guiding them on with his esoteric knowledge without intention of receiving any form of compensation other than a little gratitude. 

Or, he as stole a small, innocent-enough glance at Henrietta, maybe it would not.

Either way, he would be fine with it all.