[ Tim is getting a bit of a Look, though he's aware that it's probably his fault that Tim's getting that sense from him in the first place. It's another situation he doesn't know how to navigate. Another brother he could lose, if he steps on the wrong land mine. It has him unsettled. Edgy.

He forces himself to ease up a little instead, running a hand through his hair. ]

...No.

I mean there's obviously a lot going on here on the spontaneous cross-dimensional travel front, but other than that we're okay. Honest, Tim.

[ And it's probably time to stop beating around the bush, if he wants to stand a chance at convincing him to actually take a nap anytime soon. He lets out a little sigh, flopping down onto the nearby sofa. He's tired. ]

You haven't missed much. They pulled me in March.