Tim's efforts did help somewhat, at least helped distract him from the tailspin of thought he would have inevitably entered into if he hadn't been there. He focused on the basics, feel, smell, giving a small, almost imperceptible shiver at the slide of hands; not the time, not the place, too soon, and you'll have to ask soon to make sure but not yet.
But it wasn't quite enough, niggling worries too near the periphery to be ignored forever. Shouldn't have skipped, things always happen when you skip, but it's too late now, you'll have to ask and then he won't come back.
"He ain't a chaperone," Harry commented reproachfully, a hint of a petulant tone to his words. "He wants to steal my soul, he's just waitin' for you to go away."