Tim was still pretty tense. Even though no one had actually answered his question, it sure didn't take the world's greatest detective to figure out that Frey was here to help with Kurt's injuries. Well, that was fine; the guy looked like he was hurting under those bandages.

Hopefully Frey wouldn't take issue with Kurt's appearance; Kurt certainly seemed to be worried nuts about that sort of thing.

He decided to shut his mouth and just watch. Anything he had to say...well. He wouldn't probably say ninety percent of it in front of anyone but Kon. He hadn't thought ahead for tonight, which was...a very good indicator of how fucked up the whole day had been. He knew better than that. Even under serious duress, he was usually able to plan things. The incident with Bruce earlier had thrown everything entirely out of wack. And Kon was alive, and Bart was alive and the world was completely insane.

He wanted to ask Kon if there was anywhere they could go, just so he could talk to him. But this wasn't the Kon he was used to; he knew that he couldn't deal with Kon the way he would have if it was as simple as "my best friend died and came back to life," or even if it was "I recloned my best friend back to life." This was a different Kon. Or, at least, he was younger. Less mature, and less likely to accept an invitation to talk privately.

Tim sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his free hand. Maybe it was time to just leave. Even if he just walked out and said nothing, who cared? Kon could deal with him being moody. Or he could be Kon and refuse to deal with it, whichever.

But he stayed, at least for another few minutes. Probably wouldn't hurt. Much.