If Clark doesn't register that little point of contact against his ankle as reassurance, then he probably still does subconsciously, absorbing that information like all the sensory input of Bruce's biometrics that all make an intuitive kind of sense to him. Accustomed to Bruce's unique set of of biometrics, anyway.
Bruce is good. So is he. Nerves dim down.
He doesn't know enough about certain kinds of dreams to think about countering it with something different. It just is different, from the labradoric exuberance in knocking Bruce down onto the bed to the gentle way he slides a hand up the centre of Bruce's chest, broadly splayed.
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If Clark doesn't register that little point of contact against his ankle as reassurance, then he probably still does subconsciously, absorbing that information like all the sensory input of Bruce's biometrics that all make an intuitive kind of sense to him. Accustomed to Bruce's unique set of of biometrics, anyway.
Bruce is good. So is he. Nerves dim down.
He doesn't know enough about certain kinds of dreams to think about countering it with something different. It just is different, from the labradoric exuberance in knocking Bruce down onto the bed to the gentle way he slides a hand up the centre of Bruce's chest, broadly splayed.
No rush here. "You have something in mind?"