He'd had an argument with Selina, some years ago. About how he never reached for her, and waited for her to push, every single time. She was furious at him. You'll force an issue for everything, to defeat someone, to help someone, but you'll never take anything for yourself, like you're ashamed.

They both knew he was ashamed of himself, but after years of it, she just felt like he was ashamed of her. I want to be wanted, too.

Bruce took note. It's difficult, still. But he reached out so often in violence, at the start, that—

He's trying. Things that are important to him. And he likes Clark's mouth under his. He doesn't let it linger, though, slipping away almost coyly.

Maybe so.

"I'm nothing if not thorough." He's run all the numbers. Soda can retrieved in rough fingers, he observes the oval assistant floating by, probably scanning the negative nutritional benefit of carbonated cancer water. "And I miss it, too."

That thing they don't talk about out loud, most of the time.