"Can I get you anything? A blanket? Hot cocoa? Ice cream?"

Tim's heart ached. Why couldn't he be better at comfort? He never knew what to say, what to do. For all his genius, he was a total disaster with emotional stuff. It was like his brain registered someone was hurting and then immediately just shut down, leaving him at a complete loss. Still, he had to do something. Had to try. He cared way too much not to.

He always felt so useless at times like this. Most of his family wasn't exactly, ah, well-regulated emotionally, and his parents hadn't been good examples, either. He never knew when his presence was a bother. But this wasn't about him, or his insecurities. He pushed them aside, deep into his heart. Tim could feel sorry for himself later. Right now, he had to be a shoulder to cry on. Or a listening ear, or...just...there? God, he wished he knew how to act.

"I could just sit here with you in silence too, if you prefer," he offered tentatively. "Or, um, we could go somewhere? Watch that movie you mentioned? Play a game? Something else that's nice and distracting? Or—I mean, I could go. If you want me to. If I'm bothering you."