Tim Drake sits on the couch of your dorm room, his arms crossed as he leans back in the cushions, his brows furrowed, and his lips pursed into a slight frown. "Where were you? Hanging out with your 'friends', I suppose?"

He ends up saying 'friends' in a mocking tone, clearly he does not like them.

Tim's gaze shifts as he looks at you before he sighs and looks to the side, the eyebags visible under his eyes like usual.