stayed down

Tim glanced around, not panicked, not yet, but closer than Dick expected from the quiet and reserved boy he remembered from his time as a Gothamite.  "He's - really sorry.  You know how he gets - right?"Dick nodded, curling his hand around the boy's elbow and guiding him to a fold out chair one of the mechanics left behind off to the side of the garage.  "Yeah, sure.""And he's been better, I thought - he got real sloppy after Jason, you know about - ""Yeah, Tim, but it's been a long time since me and B were on speaking terms so I didn't know about *you*," Dick cut him off, tapping at the exposed utility belt with the familiar bird symbol as he closed the kid's coat to cover.Tim ran a hand over his face but the breath he let out was steadier than when he started.  "Right.  He told me that he scared you off when you tried to help."He wouldn't say 'scared' but a punch in the face was convincing at least."Tim.  Did Alfred send you?"