Looking down, he gives a brief nod, setting his cap up with their other purchases. "Makes sense." This is not, under any circumstances, his perhaps admitting some that without Alfred here, it's somewhat lonely for him, but. It's fine. He'll figure it out— adapt. He just needs to make it through this whole being ten years old thing again.

"Thanks," he says then, looking up to Dick. "For getting me this stuff." Clothes that actually fit.