Tim was overthinking, again.

He had been over-analysing your touches on his shoulder, your smiles aimed his way as though he was the only one in the room, the way you'd always have a snack on hand just for him becuase he had forgotten that he was a human and not a machine with sarcastic quips at the ready. He wanted so badly to say this was you being you and nothing more, but his heart leapt in his throat when you would lean over his shoulder to see what he was busy decoding, your smell and warmth and closeness were almost too much for poor Tim; He was reduced to a man who could barely form thoughts nor words when you were in close proximity of him.

A very intelligent man who had a glaring crush on someone whom he considered his closest friend. He knew quite early on that he would develop a crush on you, how could he not? You were eveything he could ever want in a partner but just didn't have the drive to admit this. You were kind, understanding, stubborn when needed to be, brilliant, you were determined and strong willed like a flower blossoming out of the cracks of concrete. It was only a matter of time before Tim found himself looking at you differently; this revelation ended up happening close to nearly six months into your friendship.

Now Tim would wonder if your intentional laughter at his quips towards his brothers, the attentive look in your eye as he talked you through a complex process in the easiest terms he could use to make sure he didn't loose you, your tendancy to hang out with him more often then not was an glimpse into the possibility that you might reciprocate those feelings. Or was he possibly reading too much into it to the point where he's confusing casuall affection for something more in sync to his emotions, an act of delusion on his part that ultimately means nothing in the end.

He groans as he runs his hands though his hair then down his face in frustraightion. He's done things more complex then figure out if the feelings he harbored towards you were mutual, yet this was the one thing that seemingly had gotten him stumped to the point he had to stand up from his chair, take deep breaths and step back from it all before he inevitably loose his mind from it all. Why did feelings have to be so complex? Why couldn't Tim just ask you if there was anything between you both without suffering the idea of looking like an idiot when proven wrong, he knows you wouldn't laugh at him at all but he was a human afraid of rejection, just like anyone else.

'Tim?' He had totally forgotten that you would be coming over today like you had planned days prior. His mind had been elsewhere to focus on your arrival-another thing he's hold agaisnt himself later- but right now he was focusing on the concerned look upon your face and the need to comfort him that seemingly radiated off of you, something that he both craved and wished he wasn't so cowardly to call you out upon so he wouldn't be racking his mind for a solution to his predicament.

“Are you okay sweetheart?” You contiued as you went to hold his face within your hands, caressing the cheeks softly that made his brain fuzzy and quiet for the first time that day. “You've been losing sleep again haven't you.”

“no.”

you raised your brows and that was enough to have Tim to yield.

'okay i have but-'