[ Tim just lets the side hug happen. And keep happening. Maybe he doesn’t lean into it, but he sinks into a more relaxed, slouched position under the weight of it as if the weight on his shoulders revealed the weight on his shoulders. ]

I don’t want to be not okay here. I wouldn’t want to be not okay anywhere, but putting this on you and Bart?

[ It’s not right. They’ve been through enough - Bart’s been here alone for nearly as long as Kon was in Gemworld - this was nothing. This was just a few days. And like Kon said, Tim’s gotten through it so many times before. ]

I hate that you saw it. I’m used to handling it on my own, in Gotham, and you and Bart get to hear what I want to say.

[ While the live stream was but a fraction of the time he was kidnapped, it’s enough that no amount of careful word choice will all-low Tim to steer their reactions and feel in control. ]

I only had a few cups.

[ In the sense that he only filled the drinking vessel three times. It was pretty big, though, and he’s had significantly more than 24 ounces at this point. ]

Farms are very restful.

[ He doesn’t want to sleep and heal. That meta ability is a sick joke, and it got used against him over and over again. And he kept jerking awake to the Joker laughing. Looming. Preening. Dropping his voice into a true threat. Or worse - not being in the room at all and anything could be about to happen because Tim didn’t know where the Joker was. Oh god, they still don’t know where he is.

Tim braces his hands on the fence to steady himself, but his pulse has jumped up by 20. ]

… got all the rest you can stand.