And at that, Harry only got moderately puzzled. And intrigued. Given his position he didn't really catch what was going on, only that one minute he was tickling all well and good and the next Tim was squirming away from him and stuffing things between them. He sat up, mouth tightening into a concerned frown; he didn't think he'd done anything wrong, but his head still kind of felt like it was filled with molasses and his normal thought process was all but impossible without more effort than he felt like putting into it right now, so who knew. "Did I...? Are you okay?"