"Was it as big then as it is now?" was the question he ended up asking as he looked over at the tree. He couldn't help that his hand slipped back just a little to brush against the arm near him, as if assuring himself that Bruce was currently just fine.

"Though either way, I can imagine it was terrifying. My parents... well, it was more about what I broke than what broke on me."

A tilt of his head.

"Though there was that very disturbing period where my flight was less than voluntary."