Timothy still didn't notice the scrutiny, but that was pretty much par for the course with him. Some of the strange bedfellows he'd had the (un)pleasure of keeping had ended up with him because he hadn't realised he'd been sending out signals. He also had no notion of boundaries when his anxiety to make friends got involved and he hadn't even stopped to wonder if his bolt straight to Theo would be taken well or not.
"Sally? Is she in my year? I think I might know a Sally in another year..." he said, suddenly a little withdrawn as though this lack of knowledge would spell the end for this fledgling friendship.