"It's mostly the suit," Robbie explains awkwardly. He needs to have a better poker face, if he's going to ever convince people that he isn't a lamb in want of a shepherd. Therapist or not, he doesn't like that Terry can cut through the offered bullshit so nearly, especially when Robbie is making an effort to be like everyone else. It's disheartening, but he tries to not show it. "If you'd wear a t-shirt and jeans like me, you wouldn't look like you were wearing a pug butt coat."

He waves a hand at his own clothes, which match that description with the addition of long-sleeved. Robbie slept in them, at least for a few hours, but he doesn't think they look too shabby. Terry, on the other hand, looks like a homeless Robert Smith. "Don't worry. It doesn't look like butt the first day you wear it?"

He busies himself filling two bowls with cereal and barely enough milk to get it all floating. It's an oversight; he's worried about how this breakfast will come across. Do the students know Terry? He knows that they know Osborn. Hate Osborn. But Terry wouldn't have been a party to what had happened to them. They didn't deserve it.

It might be okay. They're never around, and the Infinite Mansion is huge. This isn't only kitchen Robbie knows; it's simply the closest to his room. Stop worrying. Focus on here. On Terry trying to drown himself in the coffee mug and how he acts like Niels. They both think they're never getting coffee/food again. Robbie clears his throat. "I made a whole pot, so... there's plenty. I drink a lot of caffeine too. It really helps."