[ Rotten fruit or decaying mice. Jesus. Dick picks at his food, mildly put off but taking a bite now and then so Jason doesn't think he's drugged any of it. He steals glances across the table. ]

That dimension you come from, that world ... maybe it's for the best if you stay here a while. Away from it.

[ Biting his lip in deep thought, he more directly answers, ]

I won't tell Bruce.