"If you had to deal with it, it wasn't until after I was gone. You'll have to ask Damian about the fall out besides-" Tim pauses catching himself and wincing, curling towards his cup. "-everyonethinkingI'mdead. I don't know much about what happened after I was taken. Damian wasn't on that team and we haven't discussed it much."

He drinks his coffee determinedly and looks Jason in the face again, as if to prove his eyes are open and not drooping with exhaustion. "Communal housing isn't the most conducive to a full night's rest, and neither is Dick's couch." It wasn't about him being a rich kid, though admittedly that probably didn't help. It was about strangers, and about nightmares of being back in isolation on top of the usual mission related night horrors. There are valid reasons he sleeps only for his health and not until he has to.

He messes with this phone a little and Jason's beeps with a little document and general rundown of Tim's schedule.