[It was fine, Tim was used to going from a panic attack to chugging coffee, he'd been a poor college student. That was basically midterms and finals in a nutshell, going from panicking to downing coffee to stay awake for more studying, then more panicking.]

[And if he'd been pulling at his hair-- hard to tell, there were some bits that were sticking up, but his hair sometimes just did that on its own, too-- he wasn't doing it anymore, at least.]

Yeah, I think I'd like that? If you aren't busy or anything. [Tim wouldn't have blamed him if he had better things to do than sit around and wait for him to get his shit together.] And, uh. You did say that you had, y'know. Questions.

[Before Majima had showed up, though, Tim had been upstairs, laying face down on his bed with a cat on his back, because Jay Catsby gravitated towards the warmest location in the house. Since that was usually Tim and Tim was clearly not going back upstairs anytime soon, there was a protesting meow from the top of the stairs and the sound of a large cat making his way down. Neither panic attacks nor werewolf boyfriends were going to prevent him from having a warm lap to sit on.]