Tim realized his mistake as Harry sat up, his face falling as Harry frowned. He sat up as well, hands clasped together in his lap. A nervous energy hummed through him as he tried to figure out how to say what he needed to say next.
"I ah...I'm fine. I just," he paused, a light tinge coloring his cheeks, "enjoyed your tickling a little too much I suppose." The last part was said a bit sheepishly as he balled more of the comforter in his lap.