Oh, good. They’re in agreement that the conversation can happen. At least that much won’t be a fight, but Tim has only the time it takes to head into the room itself to decide his next move.

(And it does have to be decided. It’s Jason. Telling him anything along the lines of you’re maybe an idiot is about as productive as Tim shooting his own foot.)

(This is because Tim thinks Jason needs more friends, isn’t it?)

“So, if I’m understanding all of that properly, you’re protected from the Starro-worms because Sleeper - the self-identified alien cat - bonded a small piece of themself to you. Which connects you to a hive mind that we’re supposed to not be alarmed about?”

Tim would like it on record that he is being remarkably calm here.