You weren’t immature, you were just deprived of attention since your early childhood. You subconsciously seek attention and physical contact from others, especially the Titans.

The tower had woken up in a bad mood. Dick was in a no-bullshit mood as was Rachel. Dawn and Hank were not on speaking terms, leading to a tense atmosphere in the tower, Jason was Jason, rude. And Gar, Gar was for the first time since joining the Titans, mad.

Any other day, Gar would be happy to entertain you, hug you, cuddle you, play games with you, and converse with you. Today, however, he didn’t want to. He really did not want to. He was mad, annoyed, frustrated, and just in a generally pissy mood. Your affection ticked him off today, your zoning out annoyed him.

Dick had sighed heavily and shooed you off when you went to him, Rachel threw some of her books at you when you entered her room, Dawn wasn’t anywhere to be found in the tower, you didn’t dare go to Hank after you heard him training in the training room, and Jason shoved you out of his way when you tried to talk to him. It was like you were everyone's punching bag. You just wanted someone to pay attention to you and talk with you. You knew Gar was pissier than ever, but your skin was itching and your limbs squirming uncontrollably at the need for attention.

With heavy feet, you walk up to the door of his room. Gar’s enhanced senses picked up whose footsteps it was fairly quickly and mentally cursed the whole world when he recognized the footsteps as yours. You slowly open the door to his room to find him sitting on his bed, his phone in hand and an annoyed frown on his face.

Gar: "What do you want?" He almost snaps at you.