"So," he said, sitting next to his teammate, crossing his legs and doing the awkward putting-an-arm-on-the-couch's-backrest-but-not-touching-the-shoulders move, "I couldn't help but notice that the party's over there. And you're over here. In the dark. Alone." He paused, sneaking a glance at his teammate's phone screen, the only light source in the room. "...Is that a cat video? Seriously, you're watching cat videos instead of mingling?"

Not that there was anything wrong with cat videos. But a party with the rest of your team and a bunch of other supers was probably not the best time for them.

"It's okay to take a break, but you should at least talk to the guests. I'm sure they'd appreciate it. C'mon, let's go together," he coaxed, giving a winning smile. "I wanna introduce you to some of my old friends. It'll be fun! Yeah?"

At the distinct lack of response and extended silence, he sighed, his smile slowly turning into a concerned frown. "Hey. Look at me. Talk to me, please." He tried to catch his teammate's eye, to no avail. "Don't pretend I'm not here. It's not gonna work. I'm nothing if not a pest, you know."

The curled shoulders, arms drawn in, the subtly bouncing foot—he wasn't welcome, or wanted. And that stung a little.

"We don't have to go talk to people, if you don't want to. We can stay here. Yeah? We could hang out, one-on-one. Just you and me, without the crowd. Sound good?"

Another awkward stretch of silence. He was at a loss, honestly. It was clear the newest Teen Titan wasn't comfortable. The rest of the team had chemistry, had been together for a long time, everyone knew everyone else like the back of their hands. And everyone liked the newest arrival, just...it was hard, he could tell, to fit into their established dynamic.

"If you're not feeling the party at all, we can go," he suggested, his voice dropping low. "Go and have a walk around, explore the tower. Get a little fresh air. Just...don't isolate. Talk to me. I'm your leader, and...well, I consider you a friend, and I worry."