Dick had quirks and Tim had accepted them a long time ago. The way he'd bounce on his toes in the morning as he got dressed. Or the way he always impatiently carded a hand through his hair when microwaving something as if nuking his food into oblivion wasn't quick enough. This however made him question Dick's grasp of reality ever so slightly.

"Why do you always keep the closet open?" he had asked one night as they laid together.

The elder spared a quick glance over to the closet, "Habit." he mumbled shutting his eyes. When Tim shifted and began sitting up he peeked through his eyelashes, "What're you doing?"

"Closing it." Tim replied.

A hand grabbed onto the teens wrist, "It's fine Tim. Go back to bed."

"It's a mess. It's - distracting."

"I want it open."

"Why?"

"Just do." Dick grumbled.

Tim sighed and laid back down, turning away from the closet instead curling into his brothers arms.

"It's not like anything's going to jump out and eat you." The youth huffed amused.

"Exactly."

Tim involuntarily raised an eyebrow even though Dick clearly couldn't see under his lidded eyes. "You don't actually believe that do you?"

"Shh." was his only response as his brother planted a kiss in his hair.

"Dick?"

"I don't but it's like… it's kind of a security blanket." He tried to hide the embarrassed tone in his voice but Tim heard it easily.

Dick had cute quirks; counting out his last french fries, reading with his legs up against a wall, or always kissing the right side of his neck first when they undressed. This was different. It was how Dick had held onto his wrist and was holding him now, he hadn't sensed it before but paying attention now he could feel the slight flutter of nervousness in his brother.

"How about", he kissed Dicks collarbone, " I close the closet and you just focus on this." He squeezed his arms around the older man.

Dick mumbled something that sounded like a yes or an OK and Tim quickly slipped from the bed. The closet door closed with a soft snap Tim smiled at his older brother before crawling back into his waiting arms.

"There. Nothing to worry about." he said holding tighter to Dick feeling him relax.

Fingers caressed under his chin tilting it up. Their foreheads touched briefly before kissed him soft and wet. The tiniest nibble on Tim's lower lip told him everything he needed to know as the two drifted back to sleep.