"Hn. Sounds like he's doing me a favor, if he's only taking out scum. Saves me a bullet." He was being an intentional ass, letting all of Tim's concern be met with baleful indifference. There was a part of him that still wanted to force it's way under the boy's skin...but mostly, he just didn't want Tim to think he was on the right track. After all, if Tim hadn't figured out the wolf from the night before was him, then there was nothing keeping Jason from just turning him away and slamming the proverbial door in his face. Except....

'Things aren't going well with them.'

He knew an understatement when he heard it and while there was a large part of him that wanted to bare his teeth and grin in victory, he didn't. After all, wasn't he here because he'd been pushed out, too? He knew how bad it hurt. Just because he didn't like the kid didn't mean he wanted to rub salt into the wound.

"Yeah, well. They suck. Sorry you had to figure that out, but at least you didn't have to die to see it."

Why had he said that? Fuck.

Raising his arms up to cross behind his neck, he tilted his head up to look at the smog filled sky before he huffed and shook his head.

"Fine. Lay it out like a case, show me what you've found." If nothing else, he could see exactly what Tim had so he could change his patterns accordingly.