[ It was completely Jason's tendancy to distrust. Tim was more than convincing he was to good to be true. Jason rarely got to keep things that good, and he wasn't in the market for more pain... well not his own pain anyway.

Tim always was smart, he knew exactly how to get the other set of blue eyes peering right into his. Soaking in every word. Every syllable.

There was a nod before Tim was gifted one of those oh so rare brilliant smiles he used to always wear in his Robin days, at least publicly.]

Oh Tim, I don't expect anything, I want you to understand what your signing up for though. I'm moody at best, always on the run. I can't stand to be boxed in, and there's days I am just a terror for no reason besides well.. ya know.

[ There was always going to be issues. PTSD, and Pit madness were a thing, and he worried that Tim would have issues with it when logically he knew better.]

Don't worry about imagining, come here. [ He moved his calloused fingers over to trail down Tim's cheek as he leaned in to steal his lips this time.]