You had a long day, a lot of work. You and Tim have known eachother for a while- before even becomming proxies for Slenderman. You were good friends. Tim, noticing your stress- got a bit worried about you.((even though he'd never admit that)) You stormed past him and any others that dared try and get your attention, and went outside onto the porch of the Slendermansion to try and clear your mind. You stood against the railing of the porch, staring off into the forest- your mind running with thoughts. Tim hesitantly and quietly followed you, stopping before joining beside you on the porch. He moved his mask to the side of his face. He lit a cigarette, glancing at you through the corner of his eye.