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Tim swung open the door to his apartment and scowled. "What are you doing here?"
"Dick called me," Jason said, "believe me, this isn't my preferred way to spend a Wednesday either. Now are you going to let me in or not?"
Tim stepped aside and let Jason in, still scowling. "He wasn't supposed to call you."
"Well he did, because apparently Bruce can't be disturbed."
"He's in an important meeting. I told Dick not to call him," Tim said. "It's just a migraine. Not even a bad one. I don't need a babysitter."
Jason sighed. "Look, all I know is Dick wouldn't leave me alone until I agreed to come over and keep an eye on you. Any mama bird issues are between you and him."
"Fine, whatever." Tim threw up his hands in frustration and returned to his seat on the couch.
"Have you taken anything yet?" Jason called after him. Tim hadn't.
"There's some painkillers in the cupboard above the sink."
A minute later, Jason handed him a glass of water and two white tablets, then sat at the other end of the couch. "So what are we watching?" He asked.
"Brooklyn Nine Nine."
"Nice."
They watched in silence for a while, before Tim said, "I don't have mama bird issues with Dick, by the way."
Jason snorted. "Yes you do. We all do. He tried to give me a hard time last week about eating healthy, as if I wasn't the one who got cooking lessons from Alfred while he lives on Twinkies and corn chips." Tim giggled, and Jason rolled his eyes. "Don't you laugh when I just saw the exact same things in your kitchen."
Tim laughed again, and then pressed his water glass to his temple with a gasp, as waves of pain shot through his head.
"You okay, kid?" Jason asked, suddenly concerned, "Does light bother you, or sound?"
"Light," Tim said, his eyes squeezed shut.
"Okay." Jason turned off the tv, plunging the room into near darkness despite Tim's protests. "That's gotta be the worst thing for you right now. Where is your phone?" Tim unlocked his phone and handed it to Jason. He scrolled for a minute, and then set it screen down on the coffee table. Tim heard the episode resume. "You've seen this one already, right?"
"Yeah."
"Then you don't need to look at it. You can just listen. Lay down."
Tim obeyed with a huff. "You know those painkillers are like all caffeine, right?"
Jason shrugged. "So don't sleep. But there's no reason to keep doing things that make the pain worse."
Tim laid down and closed his eyes, then reached back behind him to drag the blanket draped over the back of his couch down. He struggled for a minute, unwilling to open his eyes again, before Jason straightened it out for him.
"Is the light from the kitchen a problem?"
Tim squinted. There was a reflection in the tv screen, but not enough to cause any extra pain. "No. It's fine." He closed his eyes again.
"Okay. I brought a book with me, so I'll be in there if you need anything."
Tim snuggled down until his blanket and listened to the start of the next episode playing from his phone, while his migraine slowly faded, and Jason stayed.