[That response totally throws him, so he studies Jason for a second, then tries again. For better or worse, as overwhelmed by anger or frustration or distrust as he might get, he can never forget how utterly wrecked he was when he found out Jason died. How torn up with guilt he was, thinking of the kid swinging around in his old uniform.

That wavering emotion in Jason's voice only dredges up those memories more strongly. Dick keeps his own voice quiet and steady. It's not far off from the tone he takes with terrified civilians, actually.]

Let me get you caught up. We don't need to talk about anything you don't want to, and I'm not going to drag you to see anyone else, but you can at least let me tell you what we're dealing with.