Tim stifled a laugh when she came out, giggling into the crook of his arm as he puled it up to his mouth. She looked a little bit ridiculous, wearing clothes that were at least two sizes too big for her smaller frame. She looked...adorable, a word that Tim rarely used. He shook his head, still laughing.
"Oh, my god...you look great!" he said, his arm still up to his mouth. He was absolutely loving this right now.
After taking a moment to regain his composure, he pulled his arm down, though he was still smiling wide.
He was clearly amused.
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Tim looked her over, noticing that she was only wearing her pajamas. Nothing for climbing through holes and weird paranormal adventures into the unknown. He let go of her hand, instead placing his hands on his hips. He sighed once as he gave her a once over. Then he smiled. It was an awkward, Tim smile, but it was still a smile.
"I can let you, uh, borrow some clothes. From my room. If you want." He said, sliding is hands into his pants pockets. "I mean, you've already worn my hoodie. Why not wear a sweater and some pants, too, right?"
He walked over to his bedroom door, showing her where it was.
"Are you cool with that?"
"Oh, god... okay... okay..."
He stood there in front of the hole, thinking about what to do. One one hand, going into this hole could send him on an adventure that he seriously needed in his life right now. An adventure that could quite possibly help him, even. Help him forget about all of his problems, replace them with excitement. Sophia would be there, and that would make things easier for him, because she was good at helping him.
He squeezed Sophia's hand a bit.
However, on the other end of the spectrum, Tim thought about how they could get gruesomely murdered by something in the world on the other side of the weird hole thing. In a horror movie, if somebody sticks their arm in a strange hole in the wall, it gets cut off. Tim thought about this as he considered sticking his entire body in a strange hole in the wall. Things could end very badly for them.
He squeezed a little more, subconsciously.
He stared into the darkness for another two minutes before sighing out, and answering Sophia.
"...I think we should go in."
Tim shook his head at the last part, taking his hands out of hers. He ran a hand through his hair, turning back to the hole again. He faced it, sighing as he stepped forwards, into his kitchen.
"Oh, god, no. If you're going in, I am too. I don't think going in there alone is a very smart idea." he said, walking back to the medicine cabinet again. He pulled out a white bottle, took off the cap, and downed two yellow pills from it. "Who knows, there could be something bad. No, If one of us went alone, something bad could happen. We should do it together, if you really wanna go in."
He looked towards the hole again, staring deep into the darkness. Fuck, it was really freaky.
"So... um... do you want to go in? Or what?"
Tim was still freaking out, shaking his head as she spoke to him. He wasn't having this right now. There was a hole in his kitchen and he was just not having this today. His breathing was heavy, his eyes wide.
Though, felling Sophias hands on his did calm him down a bit. He bit his lip a bit, not wanting this to be happening right now.
"Uh, f-fuck, um okay. Magic is cool, I love that, but...but does it really need to be in my kitchen right now? Thats so weird, Sophia, I don't like this."
There, right in the middle of Tim's kitchen wall, right next to the fridge, was a hole, just big enough for a person--and by a person, that means Tim or Sophia-- to climb through. It looked incredibly out of place in his wall, the yellow, floral print of his kitchen slowly tapering off into a strange, rocky area that lead to the entrance of the cave, surrounded by jewels and crystals.
Tim walked up next to the hole, throwing his arms down at it in a "look at this!" sort of pose.
_"What the **FUCK** is this doing in my goddamn kitchen?!"_ he shouted, a mixture of anger, fear, and confusion welling up in his voice. "I-I-I woke up to to to just take some _medication_ for my _problems_ and look at what I find! A fucking... a fu-- _**this**!_"
He backed away from it, still talking as he peered into the hole.
"There is an amount of things I can deal with, Sophia, and this is far _fucking_ from that! I-I dont know what it's doing here, Sophia! This is just too _fucked up_ for me to handle!"
Tim felt like he was going to have a panic attack, but his emotions were going so haywire that he couldn't really tell if he really was having an attack or if he was just experiencing way more than he usually did. Either way, he was freaked out.
Tim, for the first time in what felt like years went into his bedroom. He lied down on his pillow, looking up at the pale blue ceiling of his room. Of course, he was thinking about Sophia. He was thinking about the way her hand felt, the softness of her skin, how small it was compared to his. He was calmed by the memory of it.
He didn't know why he let it happen. He would never let it happen, ever, but he did, and it was... really nice for him. He ran a hand through his hair, and he was smiling a bit, he discovered. He rolled over in his bed, ready to just pass out completely, and for the first time in a long time, he was honestly a little happy.
That night, he dream't of his mother, and the blood.
Tim made a noise that clearly meant "i have no clue." He was still trying to process all of the events that had just happened. He shook his head, throwing his hands up in an exaggerated shrug. HE sighed out before answering.
"I dont think anyone would believe us if we did try to tell them." he said, looking at Sophia again. "They'd call us crazy, probably."
Tim stayed put, balling his hand into a fist and releasing it a few times, just to make sure it was still his. He wasn't sure. He lifted his hands into eye sight, double checking. His hand was still, not shaking at all. He touched his face to conclude that yes, indeed, this was his hand and yes, indeed, he was in control of it. He just dint understand how.
Any other time, touching someone else would have sent him into a downward spiral of apologies and anxieties. He would have recoiled at the slightest touch.
Touching people is bad.
But he touched Sophia, and he felt... good. That was weird to him. That was not something that happened to him. Tim never just felt _good_ about touching people. He looked at his hand one last time before shaking his head and sliding it into his pocket. He exhaled loudly, not realizing that he had been holding his breath. He chuckled to himself at the prospect of the whole situation.
He looked at the computer again, the picture of the strange tunnel still up on its screen. It was so out of place in the cave they were in. That whole entire room was out of place, actually, but he couldn't quite place what it was that seemed so off.
He wondered why.
Internally, Tim was freaking out a lot. Physical contact was never something he excelled at, exactly. For the most part, he tried to avoid touching people at all times, or at least, as much as possible. When he was touched, he usually recoiled. He should have tone it when he touched her, but he just... didn't. He didn't feel horrified by her touch.
Her fingers interlaced in his as she held his hand. He swallowed hard, still trying to grasp exactly what was happening. It was good, whatever it was. He liked it, but he didn't know why he did. He didn't let go of her hand, either. He just sort of... held on. When he answered her, his voice was soft and quiet, his eyes fixed on the laptop screen.
"Oh... that is really weird..." He said, leaning in, his voice almost a whisper. "That doesn't make any sense at all... wow, what the fuck..."
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