He was and he wasn't. The feeling was mixed Walking beside Dawn made it feel a little better then he had been earlier. "It is good..but she's two years behind me. That's not good. So much changed, I don't even know how to start telling her. "There was an edge to his voice. Suggesting very little of this change was a good thing. He was trying not to name names, very unaware that Dawn knew who he was already and what he was. He didn't want to repeat it again. Saying it once on the boards was hard enough. Telling someone he cared about who wasn't within his vigilante circle was damn hear impossible. He was worried about putting her in danger. Not that she wasn't already considering where she came from and all this talk of hellgods. But she didn't need more danger. She had enough to deal with. Revealing identities always got tricky. See; Stephanie Brown. Spoiler.
His free hand brushed some dark bangs from his face and he looked up at the sky. "She's gonna ask questions sooner or later." He was trying not to look to upset, but if it came down to him explaining the deaths of his best friends it would slip and crack. Tim just shook it off and took the change of subject as it came. "I know a little diner down the street. They've got good hot chocolate."