Bruce had done his fair share of sulking when he was younger. He hadn’t been immune to all those teenager-like habits that popped up to make the lives of adults like him miserable. Terry was going to go through moods that clashed with his own and those infamous flashes of complaints would come out and Bruce would need to understand that his life was a lot harder than what he had gone through at that age. He wasn’t going to stroll leisurely through it. That wasn’t a possibility. Terry was a… well, Terry was a teenager and no, he wasn’t in the habit of being adapted to teenagers and their problems.
“That kid is exactly that. A kid,” he said. “He’s younger than you, Terry.” His attempted apology didn’t go undetected, but like Terry, Bruce (at the moment) wasn’t feeling up to getting into one big apology fest with anybody. So he brushed it off too. “It’s fine. Really.” That’s all. If he said anymore it was going to go further. Neither of them wanted that. So instead, it was put aside. For now.
“Nothing specific tonight.” But that didn’t mean it was going to be dull. Nothing in their entrapment was ever lacking in activity, in disturbance. There was always something somewhere. “Whenever you’re ready.”