Tim sighed a bit as the water hit his back, relaxing a bit after his eventful, rather stressful day. As the water assaulted his back, he let his mind wander, his body on autopilot, going through the motions of what a shower is supposed to do. Mainly, he found his thoughts shifting to Sophia and the tunnel. 

Okay, mainly Sophia.

It was becoming increasingly clear to him that his feelings for her were more than just friendly friendship feelings. The way he felt when she was around, the way she made him feel when she spoke, the sense of calmness he felt when she touched him or caressed him. HE thought of the way h saw her. The night she was illuminated by the streetlight, in the falling snow. Or just a few minutes ago, when she had just woken up from her nap, curled up on the other end of the couch. His mind raced, and he noticed he was blushing.

[i]Oh, fuck, she's beautiful and I love her.[/i]

HE composed himself, shutting off the shower, drying off, and pulling on his pants. HE quickly towel dried his hair, and, upon reaching for his shirt, noticed that he hadn't brought one in with him. She sighed, looking down at his arms, and the jagged scars that ran up them. Each of them were vertical, with a few offshoots here and there. He managed to miss major veins. He lost a lot of blood, but not enough to kill him.

Tim shook his head, clearing out the darker thoughts. He didnt want them. Instead, he focused on the present. He needed to get a shirt. He needed to go past Sophia to get it. She was going to see all of his scars, and he couldnt stop that. But it was okay. Everything was going to be fine because he trusted her. And so, he composed himself, breathed in, and pushed through the door.

"I forgot to get a shirt." He said, his hands in fists at his sides as he walked. "I'll be back, gotta get one."