He was tense. Tense from the moment Tim started moving closer, but even more so when Tim's hand settled on his arm. He wasn't tense because he didn't want it...he was tense because he did. Because it was all he'd ever really wanted, honestly. To be accepted as he was now instead of how he'd been as a literal child or how he'd been when he'd first gotten back to Gotham and his brain was fucked with.
And then Tim just had to go and sass and Jason's tension released with a surprised bark of laughter. It broke the heaviness in the air cleanly and completely and Jason offered a fond, lopsided smile to the younger man before he reached out to lightly knock his knuckles against Tim's bony shoulder.
"You couldn't kick my ass if I was blindfolded and handcuffed, pipsqueak. Come on, lets go shove some food in our faces and maybe pull up a movie? Gotta let those Zestis settle before you drive and all that." He was playful, but there was an undertone of gratitude under the flippant tone. He recognized better than most exactly how hard it was for any of them to really talk about things like that, so for Tim to dig down for that little speech...it had to mean something.
Something like maybe Tim really was comfortable with him. And maybe that was a bad idea, but Jason hoped that it wasn't.
"You better watch yourself, Jason Todd. Don't forget I beat Lady Shiva and KGBeast." The younger of the two huffed, responding with a playfully annoyed look. It was a relief that he had been able to express what he was thinking and still find a way to ease the tension that had formed between the two of them. More than anything, he wanted to enjoy the rest of their time together, even if things hadn't necessarily gone as he'd been hoping. It would be enough just to be around him.
So Tim was smiling as the two of them made their way back down to the kitchen, back to the calm he'd felt before his moment gazing at himself in the mirror. A hunger pang struck him as he smelled the food again. He swore if he didn't eat soon he was going to start drooling. Still, he was raised with manners and just helped grab forks and drinks so they could get settled quicker. The look in his eyes made just how starving he felt pretty obvious, he was one hundred percent zeroed in on the food.
"What sort of movie do you want to watch?" This was new territory for the two of them, having to find something they could both enjoy. Not that Tim was terribly particular about what he watched, as long as it didn't bore him to the point that sleep started calling his name. "I'm willing to let you pick, but I'm definitely going to judge you based on what you decide." If Jason was going to argue for something based on classic literature, it better have some sort of action or something. Otherwise he was going to have to pry Tim's sleeping body off of his couch and dump him into Redbird himself.
Despite how hard Tim tried to pretend that he wasn't starving, Jason wasn't deaf and he chuckled softly at the rather audible complaint that was lodged by Tim's stomach. It made sense, the boy never ate as far as Jason knew, surviving entirely on couch naps and coffee from occasionally questionable sources. It made him roll his eyes and while Tim poked around his rather well stocked and supplied kitchen for forks (in the drawer under the toaster) and drinks (the entire bottom shelf of the almost instagram organized fridge was stocked with water, Zesti, and some juice), Jason grabbed some plates from the cupboard and started piling them high with food.
There was way more in that bag then Red Hood had ordered and Jason scoffed as he held out a box of canoli. "Put these in the fridge, please? I didn't know they were in there or I would have put them in when we got here. I knew she was going to try to feed you, I didn't think she was going to send home half her damned menu."
In the end, they both had plates of carbonara and garlic knots, small bowls of salad, and there was at least an entire entry sized container that Jason hadn't opened yet. He left the plates on the bar, balancing the leftovers carefully as he headed to put them away.
"If you're going to judge me for whatever I pick, I may as well just enjoy it, right? Star Trek: Generations. A decent bounce point if you've never seen the originals and almost the best of both casts in one movie. Plus, Guinan. You can never go wrong with Guinan."
Jason had a beautiful, instagram ready fridge, and Tim made a mental note never to let him see the one in the Nest. It rarely had more than questionable leftovers, Gatorade, and some refrigerated coffee. He dutifully placed the cannoli in what he hoped was a good spot for it, then let his stomach lead him right back to where the plates were. "Is that what you two were talking about? I could tell she thought I was too skinny." The way she had jabbed at his stomach hadn't exactly left much room for interpretation. He elected not to mention the fact that Jason had gotten all flustered.
As soon as Jason picked what they were watching, Tim paused and looked a little suspicious. At first he wondered if perhaps Jason knew that Star Trek was one of his favorites and only picked it for that reason, but the moment he mentioned Guinan, Tim knew he was a real fan. "Of course I've seen the originals. The first movie wasn't great but Wrath of Khan? You should have seen how hard I cried the first time I saw Spock die." Poor baby Tim, emotionally attached to fictional characters in lieu of parents.
"I do like the Next Generation cast better though. Not sure if it was just because it was on TV a lot when I was younger or if they did a better job. Picard over Kirk all day every day. Guinan was great, but I always really liked Data, especially when you got to see him with Spot." Tim chattered along, clearly very happy to have one of his special interests catered to. He settled in and waited for Jason to have a seat so he could start eating. Just because he was well behaved enough not to actually stuff his face, didn't mean he didn't want to.
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And then Tim just had to go and sass and Jason's tension released with a surprised bark of laughter. It broke the heaviness in the air cleanly and completely and Jason offered a fond, lopsided smile to the younger man before he reached out to lightly knock his knuckles against Tim's bony shoulder.
"You couldn't kick my ass if I was blindfolded and handcuffed, pipsqueak. Come on, lets go shove some food in our faces and maybe pull up a movie? Gotta let those Zestis settle before you drive and all that." He was playful, but there was an undertone of gratitude under the flippant tone. He recognized better than most exactly how hard it was for any of them to really talk about things like that, so for Tim to dig down for that little speech...it had to mean something.
Something like maybe Tim really was comfortable with him. And maybe that was a bad idea, but Jason hoped that it wasn't.
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So Tim was smiling as the two of them made their way back down to the kitchen, back to the calm he'd felt before his moment gazing at himself in the mirror. A hunger pang struck him as he smelled the food again. He swore if he didn't eat soon he was going to start drooling. Still, he was raised with manners and just helped grab forks and drinks so they could get settled quicker. The look in his eyes made just how starving he felt pretty obvious, he was one hundred percent zeroed in on the food.
"What sort of movie do you want to watch?" This was new territory for the two of them, having to find something they could both enjoy. Not that Tim was terribly particular about what he watched, as long as it didn't bore him to the point that sleep started calling his name. "I'm willing to let you pick, but I'm definitely going to judge you based on what you decide." If Jason was going to argue for something based on classic literature, it better have some sort of action or something. Otherwise he was going to have to pry Tim's sleeping body off of his couch and dump him into Redbird himself.
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There was way more in that bag then Red Hood had ordered and Jason scoffed as he held out a box of canoli. "Put these in the fridge, please? I didn't know they were in there or I would have put them in when we got here. I knew she was going to try to feed you, I didn't think she was going to send home half her damned menu."
In the end, they both had plates of carbonara and garlic knots, small bowls of salad, and there was at least an entire entry sized container that Jason hadn't opened yet. He left the plates on the bar, balancing the leftovers carefully as he headed to put them away.
"If you're going to judge me for whatever I pick, I may as well just enjoy it, right? Star Trek: Generations. A decent bounce point if you've never seen the originals and almost the best of both casts in one movie. Plus, Guinan. You can never go wrong with Guinan."
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As soon as Jason picked what they were watching, Tim paused and looked a little suspicious. At first he wondered if perhaps Jason knew that Star Trek was one of his favorites and only picked it for that reason, but the moment he mentioned Guinan, Tim knew he was a real fan. "Of course I've seen the originals. The first movie wasn't great but Wrath of Khan? You should have seen how hard I cried the first time I saw Spock die." Poor baby Tim, emotionally attached to fictional characters in lieu of parents.
"I do like the Next Generation cast better though. Not sure if it was just because it was on TV a lot when I was younger or if they did a better job. Picard over Kirk all day every day. Guinan was great, but I always really liked Data, especially when you got to see him with Spot." Tim chattered along, clearly very happy to have one of his special interests catered to. He settled in and waited for Jason to have a seat so he could start eating. Just because he was well behaved enough not to actually stuff his face, didn't mean he didn't want to.