And, well, it’s not ideal (since what really is in this life?). Tim is still tense, still automatically steps back (away), still holds himself at this imagined acceptable distance, still asks first and foremost “What do you need?” at the beginning of every conversation. And no, as much of an optimist as Dick Grayson is and always will be (B’s many years of being the night notwithstanding), he didn’t expect things to just suddenly be the way they were back when there was train surfing and trust and movie nights and witty banter while fighting bad guys. He didn’t expect two years of neglect to vanish in a few months of trying, of fighting, to get back into Tim’s life.
He sure as hell didn’t expect Tim to even allow it to this extent.