Maybe it wasn't too much harder than Bruce's, but he had seen a fair share of things that he probably shouldn't have at such a young age that did make it difficult. Different. Ace was down by his feet, laying his head across them until Terry moved to get up. The dog sat up too and watched idly, he was calm and well trained at least compare to the pup. It was just like Terry to Virgil. Maybe one day Terry would see what made him who he was. What made him a hero, and accept it. But for now he was avoiding the headache. Ace seemed to be doing the same thing, assessing the situation; not sure what to do with Dante avoiding him. Dante was outside playing in the yard somewhere, while he lounged in the bat-cave with his master. Like Terry was with Bruce. Except no way in hell would he call him a master. Even if Bruce had a way of acting like it.
Terry feared letting Dante in these days with Cass' boots falling victim to the still teething puppy. He was probably lucky that they only got into a argument about it. "I don't know..it's hard even seeing him here, like that.." He brushed a hand through his dark hair and gave a frustrated sigh.
There were so many things he wanted to tell Bruce about his future, but he knew he couldn't. That would mess with the random order of things as they were supposed to occur. If he did that he'd be no better than the mini Static with the ego problem. "I guess I could have handled it better.." He trailed off again and shifted his gaze uncomfortably to the side. "I'll go get suited up." With that he turned away. It didn't take too long. Thanks to all the quick changing practice he had back home.