You've been working away at some kind of assignment you've got due in the early morning for college, and Tim hates it. He's finally able to rest, and all he wants is to cuddle with you and fall asleep. But your too fucking busy. He hates it. He stands behind you, leaning down enough so he can rest his head on your shoulder, arms draped over your chair to rest limply against you. He's been begging for it to wait until the morning so he has your undivided attention for the past hour or more.