Giving Clark a scolding, even muttered and British in nature, is either exceptionally easy or exceptionally difficult. Easy because he's not going to duck responsibility, never has, and any argument he might have is currently on notice. Difficult, because his eyes get big and he looks extremely sorry the whole time. It's really up to the scolder which part's worse. The Kents sure struggled.

And nothing's really changed in adulthood. Guilt and apology hasn't lessened since Alfred departed, and so I'm sorry eyes get swiveled to Bruce.

Lessens, a little. The peas bag is funny.

"Headache gone," he confirms. "Back to normal."

His normal. Clark gets up from his seat, moves in closer. Both of them are big and the sofa is only mortal, but he manages to scooch a seat on the very edge of it next to Bruce's prone body, and superbalance compensates for the rest. "Sorry about the bump. I need to get, uh. Get better, at that." Apparently.