He put all the stuff down where she told him too and his full undivided attention went to her. His thumb gently brushed against her cheek and he nodded. He had his boyfriend flaws but he'd been trying. He didn't want to mess this up like he did with Zo or Steph even. He thought he must have fucked up royally if she had to fake her death and live in Africa without even a hint that she was still alive. When she held out her wrists he lifted them gently where they weren't bruised and he examined them close as if he were looking over a special case. "Nothing seems broken at least.."He trailed off as he checked them for swelling and other sings of breakage. Nothing. He reached over and picked up one of the ice packs to set gently on her wrist. "This may sting a little."
He'd been taught by Alfred and Bruce how to fix an array of wounds. But bruises had no real cure just rest and ice. "I know me either." He said with a frown at the idea of Glory dead or alive and lead Dawn carefully toward her couch behind them. "Dont worry about it. Nothing I can't walk off." Tim had been trained to take hits worse than what he was dealing with. "Id do it all over again if it meant keeping you safe." He was no stranger to after ass kicking soreness. Part of the powerless gig. His eyes watched her carefully for a minute. He wasn't always good at people reading no, but saying the right thing? He had his moments. "Id do anything to keep you safe." he meant it too. He cared about Dawn. Sometimes almost ventured toward the elusive L word but chickened out and didn't want to get her killed with it. Everyone he ever told had died. So he was scared of it.