Returning something - Backdated to yesterday and closed to Effy

[third_robin]

Tim took a deep breath and knocked on Effy's door. It had taken him a long time to send her a message, much less actually get himself to the door. He was scared of what she might tell him, of what he might say to her. He didn't want to do anything stupid.

He turned the cigarette case over and over in his hands, shutting his eyes for a brief moment, trying to figure out why he was so bothered by all this. He was worried about her, yes. He was mad at Roy for being so irresponsible, yes. Was he jealous?

Tim honestly wasn't sure.