Neal's unspoken question is purposely twisted, and Tim slinks forward with a serious look. "I promise I wasn't stalking anybody, I just happened to be picking up an order."

All in all, he's back to boarding school after a misprint in the new semester that left him in a new dorm. He's waiting for his father's attention on him, but it's all focused on a new physical therapist that visits Jack far too often. He's back in the damp Cave staring down his brother, the new Batman, and Damian Wayne comes slithering down the stairs to rub salt in a wound. He's trying his best not to glance this way and that-- he's already failed at not tracking his eyes to what... was the door to his room.

Snooping is... rude.

Tim's hands are stubbornly in the pocket of the borrowed jacket, and he turns back to Neal with-- caution. He ducks his head a little, he prays there's no interrogation, he says, "Hey."

It's not like he just saw the guy a day ago. It's not like he had a sliver of hope that the apartment would be untouched.