Tim crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes a bit as she spoke. It was bullshit, and he knew it. IT [i]had[/i] to be. But he thought that she probably didnt wanna talk about it, at least not right now. God knows he didn't like talking about his mother. He probably talked around Sophia when the idea of his mother came up at first, but he came around eventually, and she would probably come around with whatever it was that was bothering her, eventually, as well. So, he accepted her story, for the time being.

"Oh, you wanna stop for today?" He asked, leaning back, giving her a bit of space.  "We can do that."

He closed his book, setting it on the top of the stack again, which wobbled slightly, causing him to throw his hands up around it, telepathically telling the pile to stay put and not fall. Almost as if it could hear him, it stopped wobbling, eliciting a relaxed sigh from Tim.

"So, um, what do you wanna do, then?"