Remember: everything Jason Todd says is made up.

You'd had a really, really shit day. It started out bad, and it did not get any better in any way, shape, or form. Stupid people, stupid questions, stupid everything. You were pretty sure your jaw had been clenched and your shoulders had been tense the entire day, and everything, every muscle, was sore. So when you basically slam the door open and trudge into your apartment, Jason, who was already home from patrol, can immediately tell something's off.