He was in a mood, a mood you hadn't seen before— he just wanted to sulk. It was understandable, you'd be like that too if you fucked up as bad as him— letting multiple members get killed after taking an FBI agent hostage.

Tim didn't want anything— hell, not even a drink.

So you pushed his buttons, getting closer and closer to him before your lips were pushed against his cheek.

A hand on your jaw and another on your neck conveyed that he really wasn't in the mood, or was he?