[Tim sets the linked phones down on the table while the data transfer works, sits back in his chair and stares up at Jason with his arms folded across his chest.]

Do you, Jason? Trust me? I mean, really, 'cause it feels like you've still got one foot out the window. Like you're just - I don't know, tolerating me.

[Like Jason doesn't really want to be here, and the only reason he is still here is because Tim's got his phone hostage and is bribing him with food. What he doesn't verbalize is the nagging doubt in the back of his mind that maybe Jason's just using him. Looking for a way in with the goal of finding a way to cause serious damage, maybe. Tim's placed certain measures of trust in Jason, but he's still wary, on his toes; he'd have to be incredibly stupid to not be cautious. They're on better terms than they used to be, sure, but Tim feels like he can never accurately predict the enigma known as Jason Todd.

Luckily, there's a knock at the door to interrupt the conversation, and Tim gets up to answer it, exchanging quick pleasantries and a five-dollar tip with the girl at the door delivering their food. No tricks, no attacks - just burgers and fries. He shuts and locks the door and turns back to the table, checking if Jason's still here.]