As expected, Timothy had ended up wallflowering. However, what was unexpected was that this time he didn’t really feel uncomfortable with it...or at least not yet. He knew that by the end of the event he’d probably be sighing at himself for letting Annabeth convince him (or maybe the correct phrase was force him) to go. But at the moment, between having good food, and listening to some of the live music, Timothy was content. Leaning against the wall, with Sammie laid down at his feet, he’d had enough people pass him to know that he wasn’t in the way of anyone, even though that was still almost his reaction when he heard someone approach. “I’m not in your way am I?” he asked to the newcomer, “Because I can move if you need me to.”