So.. yeah, maybe sometimes Tim forgot he was literally a celebrity. A loved billionaire philanthropist playboy's adopted son. Every once and a while when he decided to crawl out of his lair and step into the sunlight someone would recognize him and take a picture, and suddenly there was a viral tag called: #GuessWhoGotVitaminD or #HIsHibernationisOver or #TimDrakecarryingtenredbullsatonce or #RareTimDrakesighting.. which was totally just some examples and those very specific tags had definitely never trended before. Oh, how he wished it ended at the hashtags and random pictures. Sometimes Tim would open Tiktok because he was clicking on one of those millennial cute animal videos that Dick would spam his phone with and scroll down in horror to find out he was tagged in hundreds of Tiktoks editing him to Sabrina Carpenter or The Weeknd and a bunch of other overplayed songs. He remembers one time Steph ran into his room cackling to show him an edit of himself on her fyp with a weird pink cat-ear filter and that infamous "Nya! Ichi, ni, san! Nya! Arigatou!" song. And that wasn't even the worst part, he'd fearfully open the comments to people with concerning usernames saying "He's so babygirl" or "Giggling and kicking my feet" and end up throwing his phone across the room. He was used to the constant attention from people around him, but he never really thought about how it would effect his non-celebrity relationships.

The two of you had been hanging out while working on something and apparently someone had spotted the two of you together and suddenly there was a bunch of posts about you. People trying to figure out everything about you, people loving you, people hating you, conspiracy theories, people shipping the two of you- you name it, someone had already done it. Tim hadn't heard from you since then.. which, granted, had only been like six hours but he was kinda worried you'd gotten spooked off. Tim liked you. Like, really liked you and he was not going to let a bunch of unemployed people on the internet mess that up.

So, now- he was attempting to get through your window. On the way over, he'd ran into a tree trying to save a cat with serious anger-issues who'd ultimately ended up scratching his face up and running off. Which.. could be an explanation to your current expression. It could also be the fact that he was literally insane and currently attempting breaking into your room. Tim trips over your windowsill on the way in, sending him plummeting to the floor.

"Ow."

He sits up, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly and shooting you a sheepish grin.

"Hi. Uh- before you say anything, can I quickly tell you that I'm actually desperately in love with you and I'm super duper sorry if you not texting me for five hours and forty three minutes has anything to do with the insanely weird people on the internet that I do not associate with nor have anything to do with?"

He rambles, his expression caught between a look of nervousness and concern for your response.