"Like I said, problems for future me, and future you, since your here, not there." He replied, watching Tim when that lower bit was spoken, his eyes narrowing. Gods he hated it he hated the way his heart lurched forward, not just for for Alfred, who surely must be hurting, but for Bruce to. How many of them had he had to watch 'die' in one way or another, Tim was more than his replacement, Tim like Dick, seemed like the sons Bruce wanted, he doesnt let his thoughts wander to darker places.

He knows the danger of questioning, what if it had been...

No.

"Tim, this isn't Gotham, the man isn't here, the company isn't either, you gotta learn to sleep." He spoke, all to knowingly, he had to learn when he lived with Kori and Roy, and more so with Roy than when all three shared a space.

He took out his phone looking over the schedule. "Tell you what, once I know whats what, I'll come over, you sleep and I'll keep watch." he spoke, even if he was sure by later he wouldn't care as much, those what if's would creed in more and make him angry.