Tim sighed, waving his hand around in the air in some sort of random movement that signaled "forget about everything you are seeing." He turned around, leaning back against the sink now, his face slightly pale, a small, almost sad look transfixed on his face. He felt embarrassed for causing trouble again, and a little disappointed that he was.

"No, I would still...um, I would like to go to the mall still. If you're willing to go too. I think...like, uh... I just don't think it's good for me to be alone right now." 

His voice trailed out at the end of his sentence, sort of masking the last part of it.

"I-I'm fine, honestly, dont worry about me. I'm perfect."