Sophia closed the door behind her by backing into it, then followed Tim's voice into the kitchen. She instantly set the drinks down on the table when she saw him leaning over the kitchen sink. She noticed the same bottle of pills from yesterday on the counter beside him, but she said nothing about it. She didn't know what they were for but it would not be right of her to jump to conclusions. Even with his back to her Sophia was sure that Tim must have been extremely pale with a look of agony on his face similar to the one from yesterday. Part of her really wanted to go over there and hug him no matter what might be going on, but the other part of her rationalized not to. She didn't want to overwhelm him. So she stayed where she was and asked, "Is there anything I can do for you? Do you want to just stay here and relax?" Whatever Tim wanted to do she would do it so long as it made him comfortable and happy again--or as least as much as he could appear to be when they were together.