Tim thinks about the way Kon and their other old teammates have hugged him in the past. Hugged - more like tackled. Yes, those were joyous, and this is not. But even Bruce hugs better than this, when he has reason to suspect Tim needs it.
As it’s his own fault that he’s this upset (his plans plural, his fears, his damage), Tim doesn’t have the grounds or tools to ask for a comforting hug. He shoves Kon away, better nothing than pity. ]
Don’t.
[ And there is a grab for the phone lost in the push. Despite getting his fingers on it, he couldn’t lift it. Damn it.
Frustrated, alone, and with no cards left to play, Tim will head for the door. ]
GPS trackers won’t stop everything.
[ He needs to be anywhere else. Lick his wounds in private and figure out how to stop this. Maybe Steph would help - she’s gone to extreme measures to protect herself. ]
no subject
Perfunctory.
Tim thinks about the way Kon and their other old teammates have hugged him in the past. Hugged - more like tackled. Yes, those were joyous, and this is not. But even Bruce hugs better than this, when he has reason to suspect Tim needs it.
As it’s his own fault that he’s this upset (his plans plural, his fears, his damage), Tim doesn’t have the grounds or tools to ask for a comforting hug. He shoves Kon away, better nothing than pity. ]
Don’t.
[ And there is a grab for the phone lost in the push. Despite getting his fingers on it, he couldn’t lift it. Damn it.
Frustrated, alone, and with no cards left to play, Tim will head for the door. ]
GPS trackers won’t stop everything.
[ He needs to be anywhere else. Lick his wounds in private and figure out how to stop this. Maybe Steph would help - she’s gone to extreme measures to protect herself. ]