Somehow he managed to look disrupted, annoyed, scared if you looked hard enough to see it. The kid was inside and Bruce crossed his arms over his chest. His posture screamed nothing but hostility and that wasn’t the best way to go about introducing oneself to a new acquaintance. His stare was heavy, glued to Terry, looking him over, trying to find a flaw that he couldn’t pick out, that he couldn’t come across. He wanted to find one. Couldn’t and gave up.
It was a long moment before he lifted his eyes to Terry’s and spoke again. “So, am I going to have to enroll you in daycare? Do you have all your shots?” There was no way that he could have said that seriously. It didn’t happen. Bruce unfolded his arms, lifted his head higher.
“What did you bring with you?” He began to move further into the place and motioned for Terry to follow him.