Right as he was going to answer, the food is placed, causing him to raise a finger.. before dropping it back down, with a little chuckle. There’s a shrug as it’s placed, and he feels his stomach grumble; so he clears his throat a little bit, and stares at her. She’s right.

She could’ve. But she didn’t. Part of him is grateful, the other part of him is still scared of messing this whole thing up, and another part is admiring how she looks, as per the usual. “Does that mean you’re going out more?” He asks, with a small smile. It’s genuine,—

Her trying in general was appreciated. Realistically, she owed him nothing, not even this moment and chance to make things right, on some level. But she gave it. And.. that was Steph. One of the things he loved about her. There’s a playful eye roll after she’d spoken, before—

“Don’t put that kind of evil on me, please,” says Tim as he laughs and lowers his head a bit. He’s trying really hard to get past the awkwardness at the start. To make it feel.. natural. His laughs and chuckles are natural, but. He doesn’t like this feeling. The feeling that she—

There’s a chuckle he lets out after she speaks, a hand moving upwards to brush his hair back a little. He wasn’t going to force anything; if she forgave him.. good. If she didn’t, he wouldn’t blame her. He couldn’t blame her. “.. still, somehow, I imagine mine will be at—

“.. I’d like to think I do,” he says, sighing softly. There’s slight disappointment in it. Not in her. But.. well, in himself. After everything. Despite knowing he’d do it again. That doesn’t make the feelings any less confusing. “Something healthy, I think.. some kind of—