This is true, he's not letting Conner know it's even a possibility to work in the arena, either.
Technically Tim could call Conner himself, all he has to do is say his name with the right tone of voice, but that little trick is for absolute emergencies and best kept a secret - even from Bruce, at least for now. And it would be kind of rude to just have a metahuman coming crashing into his safehouse after he went out of his way to both save and care for him, so. That option is safely discarded.
It takes him a moment to lay down after Bruce tells him to sleep - or suggests it, in that soft tone of voice, but it's nonetheless clear that Tim is expected to listen - and he is utterly exhausted. Even if he wanted to stay up any longer and feed the sparks of curiousity about this Bruce buzzing through him, he knows it's a bad idea - he'll just end up saying something nonsensical or regrettable or both, or throwing up on Bruce's couch, or something.
He made the mistake of wearing boots with far too many buckles for him to manage to unfasten by himself, so he just flops over on his side and curls up gratefully under the provided blanket. He really does have a knack for making himself small.
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Technically Tim could call Conner himself, all he has to do is say his name with the right tone of voice, but that little trick is for absolute emergencies and best kept a secret - even from Bruce, at least for now. And it would be kind of rude to just have a metahuman coming crashing into his safehouse after he went out of his way to both save and care for him, so. That option is safely discarded.
It takes him a moment to lay down after Bruce tells him to sleep - or suggests it, in that soft tone of voice, but it's nonetheless clear that Tim is expected to listen - and he is utterly exhausted. Even if he wanted to stay up any longer and feed the sparks of curiousity about this Bruce buzzing through him, he knows it's a bad idea - he'll just end up saying something nonsensical or regrettable or both, or throwing up on Bruce's couch, or something.
He made the mistake of wearing boots with far too many buckles for him to manage to unfasten by himself, so he just flops over on his side and curls up gratefully under the provided blanket. He really does have a knack for making himself small.
"Thank you. ... And sorry I screwed up."