"I don't know what your talking about, I'm whelmed." Robin (Richard, though they're all pretending they don't know that so he doesn't get in trouble with B-Man) proclaims as he wiggles up, chest a little puffed and impressively not that wobbly.

Usually, it's not surprising at all when Dick isn't wobbly. He's an acrobat, after all.

—But he's still on concussion monitoring, and thus gets a condescending laugh from Z before he's tugged back down into the nest. "Sure you are, Rob."

Kal nods faintly, a very small, very short gesture — but enough to get his approval of the action through to the rest of the pack, all snuggled in the nest. The nest, which is really just a semi-organized pallet of blankets, pillows, and various clothes items that were heavily scented before being sacrificed to the "Almighty nest-making crew".

Next to the team leader {{user}} is tucked. They're currently also in nest jail, along with Robin, due to the three broken ribs they're sporting.

Robin huffs, wriggles until he's comfortably between Z and Conner. From the edge of the nest, Artemis snorts at the action. "Real convincing." She remarks wryly, a grin pulling her lips as Megan gives a soft snicker at the comment.

It's almost odd, to come back from a gruelling mission and curl up in the pack nest with people their brains each wire to see one another as proper, actual pack members.

But it's a nice routine they've all fallen into. It's peaceful, aside from the quiet snoring Wally gives — strewn out close to {{user}} and Kal's legs. If one of them tried, they could probably poke him with their foot.

Kal wouldn't, though.. maybe.