He would have been scandalized to know how casual Tim honestly thought he was being, but he wasn't a mind reader and that snap of his name only earned a short lived smirk and a shrug of one shoulder. He opened his mouth to defend himself, but then Tim was sliding off his lap and Jason sucked in a soft breath as he watched the two most important people in his life come together.

Something pinged in his chest, but it wasn't jealousy. 'Compersion' wasn't a word he'd had in his vocabulary until he'd spent time in the League, but it was an emotion he'd always been familiar with. Even before, when he'd been scrambling to survive on his own on the streets, he'd never begrudged others in his situation a hot meal or a safe place to stay. Staring down at pictures of Tim as Robin had hurt because Bruce had replaced him so easily, but it was Talia who'd coaxed that hurt into jealousy. And now, watching Dick reach up to take Tim's hand...he smiled around his mug of cocoa.

"He's loved you even before I did, Goldie. Fuck, look at his face. He's fucking radiant right now. Why the hell would I have a problem seeing him so happy?" He arched a brow, giving Dick a look that very much said 'don't be stupid'. "Just because he loves you doesn't mean he likes me any less. That isn't how emotions work. I thought you were supposed to be the 'well adjusted' one?"