He looks at the black tshirt on his hands.
That will do.
“Look, I like you, like, a lot, but if you don’t like me back I’ve come to terms with it, and it’s totally okay!”
”Tim?” He has never turn around that fast before.
Because the person standing at the other side of the room is no other than him.
“What are you doing?” he asks, Tim turns to look at what Kon is seeing.
A pillow wearing a superboy shirt.
“Who are you? You can’t be Kon, aren’t you dead?” Tim stares at his best friend who doesn’t even answer, deciding that it’s better to stare at the pillow. “It’s not what you think it is!” Tim takes the shirt out of the pillow. “I don’t know what you think it’s going on but I assure you it isn’t!”
“I think…that you are confessing to me…using a pillow?” he sounds unsure. “Tim, you know I’ll always be there for you, you are my Robin and I’m your clone boy”
Tim can feel his face burning but he files that the boy is actually Kon, or someone with his memories, after all, he is the only one who knows the robin and clone boy thing.
“This isn’t about you, I, I was just practicing, and I don’t know what you are doing here, weren’t you, weren’t you dead?”
“I, I was, I am, I don’t know what’s going on either”
They stare at each other for a few seconds.
“Perhaps the world wants me to help you get laid?” the next thing that Kon feels is a punch in his face, and he doesn’t know how Rob can make a t-shirt feel like a punch, but he does.