'A sense of perspective.' Terry huffs a small laugh, but its humourless. Tired. He puts aside his empty bowl so he can cup the mug in both hands and look down at it, frowning. Not entirely sure what it is Robbie means, but he also doesn't think he likes it.

"I don't know how much help I can be." If he could be useful, surely Vance or Greer would've called to have him on staff. Not Hank-- it's still a lot to wrap his head around there, that he never actually knew Hank Pym.

And despite all that? Terry's as close as it gets to a success story for the Initiative, as fucked up as it is. He has friends, a career. He can control his powers. None of that was true beforehand. He doesn't know what kind of perspective that would give, but it doesn't seem good.

"I'm here for you because I know you," and it's true in more than just the physical-spatial 'I literally came out here because Vance said you needed help' sense. Maybe it's guilt or maybe it's genuine caring, but Terry could confidently say Robbie's a person he'd drop anything to help. Not that he ever expects him to ask. But those kids elsewhere in the house? Terry shakes his head, "as far as those kids know? I'm just the creepy therapist who helped Osborn put people in the field who had no place being there."