There's a breath in, like Clark is going to say something, and when he says, "Okay," there's the sense it wasn't his first choice.
But it's the one he settles on. He curls a hand around Bruce's arm and closes in the distance between them, a kiss brushing across Bruce's cheek on the way into pulling him into an embrace, pushing past whatever invisible layers of east coast-y social distance exist with a different kind of unstoppable effortlessness that has nothing to do with cellular structures and yellow suns. A squeeze up around Bruce's ribs, regardless of buy in, chin tucked on shoulder.
"But if you want to," he says, then amends, "when you can, and want to, then," he withdraws a little, but still within that space, still holding him, "whenever you want."
He doesn't like seeing Bruce this way, and at the same time, it's better, seeing it, than knowing it lurks somewhere hidden beneath several feet of ice.
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But it's the one he settles on. He curls a hand around Bruce's arm and closes in the distance between them, a kiss brushing across Bruce's cheek on the way into pulling him into an embrace, pushing past whatever invisible layers of east coast-y social distance exist with a different kind of unstoppable effortlessness that has nothing to do with cellular structures and yellow suns. A squeeze up around Bruce's ribs, regardless of buy in, chin tucked on shoulder.
"But if you want to," he says, then amends, "when you can, and want to, then," he withdraws a little, but still within that space, still holding him, "whenever you want."
He doesn't like seeing Bruce this way, and at the same time, it's better, seeing it, than knowing it lurks somewhere hidden beneath several feet of ice.