Terry thought the people were going to help, but now he knew he was so very wrong. They were only making things worse. There were to many of them, and all he felt like doing was shutting down. Some people started to look when he dropped his drink and was lead outside. He didn't really fight it that much, it felt like he was on auto pilot. Neither of them were very good at voicing things. It seemed like Bruce. He thought the double also seemed like Bruce. Until he was drawn out of the shop and brought in closer. It wasn't something he was used to, but he wasn't against it either.
"It is you..isn't it?" He looked up at him a bit longer. "I thought I was hallucinating." Terry said through a weak grin and attempted humor that sort of fell apart in the end. He was tired and it showed, but it felt like some of the weight was taken from his shoulders. Terry reached up and hugged him, his cheek against his chest.
"Not a trick." That was how bad things had gotten, Terry thought that if he had to that "Batman" would actually do this if he needed to draw him out. Terry had been so scared of that. That maybe when he went into this he wouldn't be coming back out, he was still a little wary. But it came with the territory.
"But how .." He wasn't really sure he wanted to know, Bruce was back. That other one couldn't exist in the same time. It was impossible, he learned that much from Static. Things could get back to normal now. As normal as they could get. There was a bit of guilt gnawing at him too, he couldn't handle Batman as well as he thought. Couldn't help Bruce at all.