It had been one hell of a morning. Tim had been up for most of the night, working on improving the security for the residential areas of Knowhere - the barracks were proving to be the problem - so it only felt like mere minutes had passed since he initially crashed and he woke up to Damian looming over him.
He didn't blame Damian for acting the way he did. It was pretty obvious his younger brother had missed the intro with the talking dog with the way he carried on about Tim being a clone and kidnapping him. However, whenever it came to Damian Tim never seemed to be able to stop himself from shouting back. It was irrational. And that was how he'd end up being knocked out and hung up in the closet.
Thank goodness for Dick and his ability to keep a level head and being able to handle Damian. Tim had just managed to free himself from the ropes when Damian swung the door of the closet wide open with a disgruntled, "Grayson claims you are you."
Tim resisted the urge to snark back - see, he was maturing - and offered to make Damian something to eat before Dick came over. Of course, that something to eat was refused because Damian couldn't trust him but Tim shrugged it off and made himself coffee. See maturing.
At the sound of Dick's voice Damian was off, barreling their eldest brother into a hug he would later deny ever happened. "In the kitchen, Dick." Tim replied after a moment, letting his brothers have some space. Damian was always closer to Dick. "I'm making coffee, want one?"