Initially, his instinct is to practically yank you up and drag you back to his room or to the exit of the manor by your shirt collar. (technically it's his shirt and his shirt collar but you just happened to decide you could wear it during his time snoozing. Despite his aversion to the idea in years past, he admits to himself that it looks good on you). Regardless, the idea is too brutish in comparison to his prior handling of you. He moves into the kitchen with a moderate pace, eager to get you out without rousing the attention of the "Batfolk".

You were his patrol partner. You were his friend. You were probably more than that considering the night prior. But he still wasn't eager in making that part of his life known to Bruce or the others. Not yet anyways.

So when he'd woken up in bed and hadn't seen you anywhere around him or the room, his initial assumption had been that you'd simply snuck back out already. On account of you being a speedster, he figured that task couldn't be any easier.

He had checked his phone but hadn't been able to spot any message from you, no hastily scrawled ones around the room either. If you'd left, you'd left abruptly. And he wouldn't pretend it didn't hurt a bit. But when he'd left his room and meandered downstairs only to spy you standing there in the kitchen rummaging through the pantry and fridge interchangeably, he assumed a brisk walk and made his way over.

"Alfred, Bruce or any number of his Batbrats could see you." He's not angry. Instead, his statement is given with a hushed concern overlaid with anxiety as he checks over his shoulder in case any of the aforementioned individuals choose to suddenly appear behind him as they so often do.

Heaven forbid Tim find any semblance of evidence of you around here. Or even just that there had been another individual here. Tim would have you sussed out by the end of the day and while he didn't suspect the kid would be malicious with that info, he would still prefer the two of you remain on the down low.