[The level of concern for thos guy just rises. Showing anything outright would be insulting, Tim somehow figures, so he's taken it upon himself to... not do that, not let his eyes widen or not allow himself the nervous twitch of a smirk.
When he does smirk, easy and confused (honest enough, for two strangers brushing shoulders at night) it's to shake the outstretched hand. (his own is calloused to hell too, but it's not unfeeling. what's a good guy like Ren get up to invite that sort of touch?)
(What's Tim doing, thinking Ren is good because he's... being like this?)
It's a businessman's handshake. Tim quietly hates it.]
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When he does smirk, easy and confused (honest enough, for two strangers brushing shoulders at night) it's to shake the outstretched hand. (his own is calloused to hell too, but it's not unfeeling. what's a good guy like Ren get up to invite that sort of touch?)
(What's Tim doing, thinking Ren is good because he's... being like this?)
It's a businessman's handshake. Tim quietly hates it.]
Tim Drake.
[Who knew trust could ever be so easy.]
You know Akechi, don't you?