He frowned a little at Tim's casual acceptance of all responsibility. It wasn't true, after all. Tim hadn't had to talk him into anything other than just accepting that he could enjoy something like that without letting himself get too lost in it. They ran because they both enjoyed it, not because just Tim did. Jason just had more issues about it.

He shifted a little, opening his mouth to tell Tim just that...and then the conversation was pushing past and he was a little blindsided by Tim calling out Dick. And Dick admitting the jealousy? He blinked, brow arching as he tried to follow along, some of his mental upheaval from earlier easing in favor of his confusion.

"Wha-Wait. Are you fucking telling me that you electrocuted me because you like Tim?" He sputtered a little, but it wasn't an angry sound or even an irritated sound. "What the fuck, Richard? Did you ever stop to think to maybe just ask him out for some coffee? You hit my kidney, you asshole. I'm gunna piss pink for a week."

He pulled back the arm that had been loosely holding Tim around the waist, rubbing at the bruise he could already feel forming before he stretched out to grab his minty drink. He sipped at it, completely unbothered by the fact that he'd literally just suggested that Dick ask his boyfriend out for coffee.

"Mm. Fuck you for being able to find these, by the way. I haven't seen them in forever."