When Tim saw the panic and confusion subside slightly in Harry's eyes, he knew he was freaking out. He took a step back, just a moment after Harry had squirmed, which reminded him that Harry wasn't too big on having his personal space invade. "I...sorry," he said lamely, running a hand through his hair and glancing at the floor. He was embarrassed that he had freaked out as much as he did.
Harry's words cheered him up though, and made him smile. Tim chuckled lightly, and brought his gaze back up to meet Harry's. "I don't want anyone eating kittens on account of me," he replied, answering Harry's own smile with another, brighter one. Not his best, but neither was Harry's.