Malcolm Bright

He's screaming on the inside. It's sirens overwhelming every possible coherent thought in his head. Tim squeaks-- honest to god, he opens his mouth to protest and all that comes out is a rush of hot air. Wide blue eyes track Malcolm after the bump.

He misses his brother.

But thank fuck that Richard John Grayson isn't here to witness this. His gaze lingers on a very interesting nightstand that Malcolm's got. Tim wonders if he'll ever not impersonate a tomato.

He's never... and not for lack of--

He wonders how transparent he really is, and how much he... would be better off, getting off his chest. Tim settles on shaking his head. "I've had girlfriends, and with my fiancee, we'd-- but no, I... haven't."

Wait.

"Ex-fiancee."

Fixed--

"It wasn't serious."

Judgement incoming in 3, 2...