The napkin fell from fingers suddenly otherwise occupied, one corner trapped between two sets of hands while the rest of the fabric pooled on the table below, the rabbit Harry had been working on suddenly abandoned. Green eyes clouded in puzzlement at the development, darting from hands to face and back, trying to make sense of it, mind visibly working and clicking away behind an unfocused gaze. He did pretty well when he could anticipate, knew what was probably going to happen, to the point where he could fake normalcy fairly well with only a few hiccups when he tried, but this was decidedly not expected, and therefore his process was thrown off.
Stability wobbled, reality wavered; this wasn't happening. It couldn't be, it didn't. It was like a scene from a movie, and he'd seen the ending. There were things with straws that sucked your brains out. People didn't do that in real life. The straw thing either. He moved to pull away at first before catching himself. Take a deep breath. Chocolate. Ice cream. It's fine. You're fine. It's ice cream. That's it.
His gaze cleared, and he looked up at Tim again, smile less certain than before but definitely there. "Yeah?" After a moment he added, "You don't hafta do that just to be nice, y'know. I'm okay. ...Well, I mean, not okay okay like you're okay, but just regular okay. I'm not gonna break on ya, promise."