Tim almost let go, but...Kon hadn't pushed him away. Tensed up, maybe freaked out. This Kon, well...they didn't have anything special. They probably wouldn't, couldn't, whatever word you wanted to use. They were so different. He knew he wasn't the same person he'd been when he was fourteen. Too much loss, too many fights that he couldn't win.

He wished things could stop being so fucked up and just be all right for awhile. But the world didn't work like that.

He rested his forehead against Kon's chest, not realizing he was doing it. Kon was younger, maybe, but still familiar, still a safer place than Bruce-who-kind-of-wasn't.

"If I'd run in with brain slugs, wouldn't you think I'd deny it forever anyway?" he asked, with only a little bite to his words. Subject change was good. Any subject change was good.