He barks a laugh, a dumb and genuine delight passing through the sheer mortification of "Ohmygod, shut up."

Of, like...

He doesn't know.

He stands still and lets the fussing happen and he doesn't wanna wonder about when the last time was that he connected with a guy this way; it's...

Nice.

That's all.

For all the repulsive things Tim's said and thought he's still... Feeling okay about this, maybe.

Cool.

He clears his throat.

"No, it-- okay. No, thanks. I'm... good."