It's a surprise and it's not a surprise, the kiss, when it happens, that it happens. Clark's hands do that thing where they automatic drift up to touch Bruce and rest in place, light and gentle, as is the way he returns the kiss.

A smile interrupting it, inevitably. Out the corner of his eye, he notes one of the androids drifting circuitously nearer. Maybe just randomly, maybe its considering relocating that coke can somewhere less offensive. Clark would doubt dad minding much, although that's not his wondering right this minute.

"So you ran those numbers too," he says.