"No, no, I'm okay," Tim said, albeit a little weakly. He didn't like lying, usually, and this... well. Blaine wanted him to get help, and he should. He knew he should. But at the same time, any kind of help would alert Bruce to it, and he couldn't handle that. Not right now.

"He, um... I don't know. I think he's handling it. I know he's getting help for it, but it takes time, and I'm worried about him," Tim looked down at his shoes. "It's a drug problem. A big one."