Tim barely heard her question. He was a bit too focused on her... well, everything. Her hair was a bit messier that it usually was, sticking up oddly on one area of her head. Her eyes were still only half open, her body still trying to wake up. She was curled up on the other end of the couch, her knees drawn up to her chest. He couldn't stop observing all of the little things about her. She was cute, he thought. 

His heart was beating a bit faster, and h felt a smile just barely spreading across his face. This wasnt the first time he felt this way around her. Ever since their initial meeting, he's been flustered around her every now and again, he realized, but not because he was embarassed to be around her or to say things around her. But because she made him...happy, for a change.

Maybe he was in love with her.

Tim breathed in sharply, suddenly.

[i]maybe I'm in love with her.[/i]

"Oh, I-I do feel better, way better, now, thanks, Soph. Sophia. Thank you."

[i]Oh, fuck, I'm in love with her.[/i]