Vitals point to that it hadn't sunk in, but Clark's not about to make him out to be a liar. He's going to smile at him (dimmer, the occasion puts kind of a pall over the place, but no less warm), and then duck his head and bring Bruce's hand closer to his mouth so he can lay a kiss against his knuckles. And linger there, a short sigh felt against his skin, a flutter of eyelashes.
It should be crippling, this kind of pressure. Maybe later, if signs indicate that Bruce is receiving actionable intel on something inevitable, Clark will be appropriately scared shitless. Maybe. It takes a lot. (This is a lot.) But the way Bruce says that, of what he is, doesn't sound like expectation, but like fact.
But it's not just what Clark does or does not become. It's the thing that Bruce is hurtling to, supposedly, something terrible. Lois' death, unacceptable, and Bruce deserves better than being locked into some awful mistake, whether it's fear of his own making or something real.
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Vitals point to that it hadn't sunk in, but Clark's not about to make him out to be a liar. He's going to smile at him (dimmer, the occasion puts kind of a pall over the place, but no less warm), and then duck his head and bring Bruce's hand closer to his mouth so he can lay a kiss against his knuckles. And linger there, a short sigh felt against his skin, a flutter of eyelashes.
It should be crippling, this kind of pressure. Maybe later, if signs indicate that Bruce is receiving actionable intel on something inevitable, Clark will be appropriately scared shitless. Maybe. It takes a lot. (This is a lot.) But the way Bruce says that, of what he is, doesn't sound like expectation, but like fact.
But it's not just what Clark does or does not become. It's the thing that Bruce is hurtling to, supposedly, something terrible. Lois' death, unacceptable, and Bruce deserves better than being locked into some awful mistake, whether it's fear of his own making or something real.
"We'll figure it out," Clark says.