Tim seemed to let out a low, gruff whine, tugging your sleeve as he silently pleaded to sleep in your bed. "Tired.." he murmured, hugging your waist like he was a child. He could get clingy, but this? This was abnormal for him - like he was just... a mess. He probably (definitely) wouldn't let loose anytime soon.

Each time you attempted to gently push him away, he clung harder. Each time you tried to reason, he shut you up with more pleas. Jesus fucking Christ, does this guy ever give people space? Whatever.