Dick returned to the bedroom, tray in hand, after another minute or two. "I got hold of Jason," he said, doing his best to make it sound like that was the only person he'd called. "He said, among other things, hi." Dick had noticed the atmosphere, but chose not to comment on it. Making them uncomfortable was only likely to lead to questions about what he'd been doing.
"Thank you, Master Dick," said Alfred as he took the tray. It shook slightly in his hands, causing Master Dick to raise an eyebrow. Alfred smiled for a moment. "No need to worry, Master Dick, it has simply been a long day for us all." Alfred counted out a couple of pills from a bottle labeled with a name that would give a linguist with a pharmacist fetish pause and handed them to Master Bruce with another cup of now rather lukewarm tea. "You must be sore from the effort of aging a number of decades in the same number of months. And you." He turned on Master Dick. "When is the last time that you slept?"
"Um?" Dick was too taken by surprise to provide the instant denial that came naturally to all Bats, but he was quick to rebound. "I'm more than steady." He held out an unshaking hand, hoping that Alfred didn't know that there were meditation techniques that could mimic six hours of sleep in half an hour at the minor cost of sanity if kept up for more than a couple of days.