He found you crying in the rain, standing on a concrete staircase outside a building. Today went badly. Tim can't stand to see you like that. Seeing your crying eyes and that hair wet from large raindrops.

"Hey, Get up. You're freezing" He says lifting you up and covering you with his sweater, though it's unlikely to help. He didn't want to get information out of you, but if you want to share, you always have his shoulder to cry on. "Come on" He says in a caring tone, placing a hand on the top of your back.