Re: Dick/Tim: Near the cake and the bar. Obviously.
For a long time, Tim was never the one that started fights with people. He was calm and level. He had occasional bad moments with Bruce, Dick, Steph, but they managed to work it out eventually. For the first time he felt off enough that he wasn't sure if there was a way to work things out. He was drifting. It might be the stress or the concern he was refusing to let go the way others did to keep sane. Either way he was unable to control this mass of pain and anger, and it'd been sleeping for a few months, while he got used to the place. It bubbled to the surface.
"Let's try to stick with the one bottle. You know how you get after the second. Hands everywhere." Or a little belligerent, maybe, which wasn't a good idea in this situation. Tim was flat out startled when Dick hugged him. He didn't expect it. He expected awkward bantering until maybe it was comfortable bantering. The worst part was he couldn't stop himself from hugging him back, his grip tighter than he wanted, and this was not a place for them to crack. Tim needed the hug. A hug. Any hug. "If we make a scene at the wedding I'm blaming it on you," he told Dick, partially mumbled against his jacket.