Terry hadn't been expecting Bruce to be in such a festive mood. He'd half been thinking the holiday would come and go with little mention. He was almost okay with that. But not quite. Not only was it his first time away from his mom and little brother, but the first Christmas without his bio-dad. Warren had been killed after the holiday almost a full year ago. He'd spent alot of the day dwelling on memories until the bell finally rang to release students from their prison and he carefully made his way back toward the manor. Taking the long way back. Not in a big rush. The Holiday's weren't the same without Matt snooping around his room trying to hunt for presents, or being grounded for running late to special dinners.
Parking the bike out front of the manor and tossing the keys toward a servant he finally made it inside and tossed his backpack down by the door much to a glaring British butlers dismay who muttered something about petulant teenagers. Honestly it only got a roll of the eyes from Terry, by now he was very used to the insults and heavy glares passed his way. "Man..for a while I thought that clock was broken." He admitted making a face as he spotted Bruce. He saw him far before he saw the tree. But then it caught his eyes the thing the kitten was pawing at and Terry raised an eyebrow. First at it, then at Bruce. And he couldn't help the small grin on his features.
"What's this about?" Curiously he closed the distance between them to examine it a little closer. "You went out?" Terry was impressed.