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Well, correct that: Kon was doing homework in the tower. And unlike all the other times where he had just finished homework, this time he actually looks pleased about it when he comes into the bar.

Glancing around the bar until he spots Tim, he heads over.

"Dude," He says brightly as he gets close. "I think I actually get it this time, and -- " He pauses at the look on Tim's face. "...What's wrong?"

He tensed for a moment upon hearing that voice. Great. Just when he didn't want to be around Kon and wanted some time to think alone, the bar threw this at him. It made sense, in a twisted sort of way.

Carefully, making sure that he wasn't acting any different than he normally was, he looked over to Kon.

"Nothing. Just a headache," he said.

"You don't get headaches." Kon says simply. Which, well. That wasn't true, probably. But he didn't -look- like this was just a headache.

"Of course I do. I'm only human." That came out more bitterly than he meant it to be. Trying to keep a neutral face, he returned to his notepad, picking up his pen once again to continue whatever he had been working on.

"What?" Kon blinks at that. "I never said you weren't." And why did Tim sound so bitter about it?

Kon sits down across from him without asking. "What's -wrong-? Tell me."

"Nothing. It's just a headache." This wasn't good. He needed some time alone so that he could sort out his thoughts and feelings. He didn't want to act irrational after what he had told Kon earlier.

It just...hurt. To think that there was even a possibility that Kon would say such a thing. Not to mention the fact that he was shaken by Bart apologizing about the death of his father.

"Okay, then it's a headache caused by something. What caused it?" Kon can be just as stubborn as he wants, and right now, he's going to be -very- stubborn. Tim never let him drop something or hide it, and it looked like the favour needed to be repaid right now.

"Nothing that concerns you, Kon."

And...well, perhaps that wasn't the best choice of words, but Tim really didn't need to confide in Kon. Couldn't confide in Kon. How were you supposed to tell your best friend that you had been insulted by him in the future?

Kon snorts. And yeah, okay. Maybe he could have at least made a better noise if nothing else, but... it just kind of slipped out.

"If I had to learn better than this, you do too. You'll have to talk about it sooner or later. Why not now?"

"Look, Kon. This isn't about relationships or anything. So drop it." There was more firmness behind his voice this time. It was obvious that Tim really didn't want to talk about it.

"And since when is that all we talk about?" Kon shrugs. "Fine. Then I'll just sit here. And stare at you." He proceeds to do so.

"You won't if I don't stay here," Tim said, rising from his seat. Maybe he should go back to the Tower and lock himself in his room after all.

Kon reachs out and grabs Tim's arm. "But you're staying." He says firmly.

Tim tried to shake his arm free from Kon's grip, but of course, the other boy had always been stronger than him.

"Let. Go," he said in an icy voice.

"...you're mad at me." Kon's eyes widen with this realization. "Why are you mad at me?".

He doesn't let go yet.

"I'm not mad at you," Tim said, looking away from Kon. And in a way, it was true. He wasn't mad at this Kon. He was mad at the Kon that would say something like Tim couldn't play his part because he didn't have any powers.

"Then what -are- you mad at?" Because he was obviously mad at something. And this meant that Kon was going to have to be a little more careful, because otherwise he was likely to get his head bit off and chewed.

"It's...just drop it, Kon." This time, Tim sounded wry instead of angry. He really didn't want to be having this conversation, and it showed. "It's not something you should worry about."

"And yet here I am, worrying."

"It's stupid. I shouldn't even be worrying about it," Tim said, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his freehand. It seemed that he was finally beginning to talk.

Yet, even though Tim was starting to talk, Kon still wasn't going to let go; at least not yet. He didn't want to risk Tim deciding to suddenly -bolt- or something.

"Why not?"

"It's...it's something Bart said. About the future. And I told you that things that Bart saw happen in the future might not happen, so I should really be taking my own advice."

But apparently, this really shook Tim up.

...Yeah. Bart and Kon? They were going to be having a talk. Because while the speedster's habit of spilling the future had been just a little annoying, now it was a -lot- annoying. He had to learn to reign it in a little.

"What did he say?" Kon asks quietly.

Should he really tell Kon? He didn't want to upset the other boy, after all. And there was the risk that he might offend him.

But...that would mean that he would have to talk about how Bart told him his father was dead. And that was somewhere Tim wasn't going to go. Just...no. Never. The mere thought of it sent chill up his spines.

Still, he had to say something. It was clear that Kon wasn't going to let go of him until he told him. And though Tim knew several ways that he could escape, he didn't want to hurt Kon.

"He...told me that we weren't doing so well in the future." That was a vague way of putting it, but it wasn't a complete lie.

"Told you who wasn't doing well?" 'We' was a general term. It could mean a lot of things.