[Well, earlier on he wouldn’t have offered any thanks, but since he’d been doing a lot of maturing over those first six months with the Team, Kon’s picked up some more social graces. Tim’s got Kaldur and M’gann to thank for that, with Dick and Wally doing some good pitching in. The following years definitely helped as well as more recruits added to the Team. Including Tim. Well… hisTim. Despite the differences between the face on the screen and the face in his head, there’s enough similarities that he recognized Tim as Tim. Regardless of dimension or whatever was going on.]
Cold Chinese. Great.
[Tim doesn’t here that, thankfully, and Conner’s going to just flop on his back and lie there for a few moments. Stare at the ceiling and wonder what the hell’s happening. The obvious was sitting in his face. Something happened and now he was in another dimension, another alternate reality, in Gotham City, sapped and getting help from Robin. If that isn’t a fun time to be had, he’s not sure what is. But only a few seconds of brooding before he forces himself to move. Finally finding some energy helps.
At least he manages to sit up by the time the door opens, looking up towards it with a neutral case of RBF. Which is normal for him. The attempt to make sure he’s heard is amusing, considering Conner can (most of the time) hear the Robins of his world. He heaves a sigh when the knock at the door precedes that “don’t hit me” disguised as an introduction.]
I’m still here. [He offers a quiet “Hi” when Tim enters, blue eyes flicking to the bags on the night stand. His vision narrows in on the items as they’re removed. If Tim’s being cautious, he’ll follow suite and do the same.] Uh… are you trying to make me feel more comfortable or more cautious? [No Kryptonite is good. The comment about communication and contingencies, while very Batman-family, earn a wry face. He’s not going to attack him.
A drink flies at his face and Kon catches it out of the air.] Yeah. Whatever happened really took it out of me. [He uncaps the bottle and drains half of it before pulling it off his mouth with a wet “gu-hah” breath. And now he knows how Kaldur feels when he jumps back in the water. A lot better.]
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Cold Chinese. Great.
[Tim doesn’t here that, thankfully, and Conner’s going to just flop on his back and lie there for a few moments. Stare at the ceiling and wonder what the hell’s happening. The obvious was sitting in his face. Something happened and now he was in another dimension, another alternate reality, in Gotham City, sapped and getting help from Robin. If that isn’t a fun time to be had, he’s not sure what is. But only a few seconds of brooding before he forces himself to move. Finally finding some energy helps.
At least he manages to sit up by the time the door opens, looking up towards it with a neutral case of RBF. Which is normal for him. The attempt to make sure he’s heard is amusing, considering Conner can (most of the time) hear the Robins of his world. He heaves a sigh when the knock at the door precedes that “don’t hit me” disguised as an introduction.]
I’m still here. [He offers a quiet “Hi” when Tim enters, blue eyes flicking to the bags on the night stand. His vision narrows in on the items as they’re removed. If Tim’s being cautious, he’ll follow suite and do the same.] Uh… are you trying to make me feel more comfortable or more cautious? [No Kryptonite is good. The comment about communication and contingencies, while very Batman-family, earn a wry face. He’s not going to attack him.
A drink flies at his face and Kon catches it out of the air.] Yeah. Whatever happened really took it out of me. [He uncaps the bottle and drains half of it before pulling it off his mouth with a wet “gu-hah” breath. And now he knows how Kaldur feels when he jumps back in the water. A lot better.]