It was true, too. Tim's smile was enough to brighten the room around them, making the moment seem a lot less angsty and drab. It felt right, to get to hold Dick's hand like this. He decided to help himself to Dick's lap, settling in and perching on his legs as though he had a right to be there. Wasn't rude or rough about it, just confident in what he was doing. After all, if he didn't have the right to, who did?

Jason spoke again. It would have been easy to look past what he said about loving Dick, but Tim had always been one to pick up on the smallest detail and hold onto it with the jaws of a bulldog. There was a chance this could make the whole thing a lot easier, and at the very least it was time to plant the seed of an idea. He looked positively sly as he leaned in to stage whisper to Dick with his hand cupped by his own lips. "We could share him, too. If you want."

Tim gave his boyfriend a conspiratory look over his shoulder, then quieted his voice so that he was actually whispering when he turned back to Dick's ear. He was acting like a bit of a minx, but it was fun. "I bet if you kissed me, and then I asked him to join us, he would. He likes you too, Dick. I can tell." The two of them were lucky Tim was both smart and cunning enough to try to pull them off, honestly. They'd both be lost without him. This was totally selfless and not at all because he wanted to be squished between the two hottest men on the planet. Tim was a saint.