Clark's arm curls loose around the back of Bruce's thighs. Easy to lean into his hip, and just stay there, both of them half held, in the odd silence of—all this. Bruce says he should have told him sooner while he's calculating the worth in telling Lois, and it feels like something he will inevitably do. It's less he doesn't want to distress her
which he doesn't
and more that he's not sure what she could do with that information, and she always wants to do something with information. But who knows. She's good at finding angles.
He doesn't verbalise an answer here, and now, and instead just hugs Bruce a little tighter before he lists backwards, looking back up at him. "How's sleep sound?" A subtle :/-ish smile, conscious that sleep probably sounds, like, bad, and rephrases; "Do you want to try?"
no subject
which he doesn't
and more that he's not sure what she could do with that information, and she always wants to do something with information. But who knows. She's good at finding angles.
He doesn't verbalise an answer here, and now, and instead just hugs Bruce a little tighter before he lists backwards, looking back up at him. "How's sleep sound?" A subtle :/-ish smile, conscious that sleep probably sounds, like, bad, and rephrases; "Do you want to try?"