Tim felt embarrassed that he had been so open about not having many friends. It wasn't something he normally talked about or acknowledged at all. It was better for people to think he was super popular. The trail of girls that would spend the night were for his reputation than anything else, though be certainly didn't mind the outlet. It was just meaningless, and that got old pretty fast.
He watched as Harry began folding and unfolding the napkin, concerned for the other man. It made sense though, when he began talking about what it was like on the ward. Tim pushed his own plate to the side and leaned forward, taking Harry's hands in his. "I think there's chocolate ice cream in the freezer," he offered with a warm smile.