Bruce eats some donut. Makes sure Clark is looking at him.
"I do trust you."
Difficult to get to that place, but here they are. This is not as romantic as rustic porcelain and old taps fitted into Delaware brick, aesthetic and poignant. There are buttons near his elbow, controls for automatic IV attachments, if any were present. Bruce watches him, and mulls over how he feels about it (though he knows already), and more importantly how to explain it.
"If any part of you, even an accidental part, frightened me, I couldn't do this. I realized some time ago it was going to be all or nothing on my end."
Which might actually be more dangers than the risk of his heat vision. But. What he's saying is, he's never going to flinch, and he's never going to believe Clark will give him reason to. Unspoken - and he hopes it stays unspoken, he doesn't want to talk about it, not right now - is the fact that he has dreamed his own death through those means; his brain thinks it knows how it feels to be killed by Superman's eyes. And he still isn't going to flinch. He doesn't have to steel himself against it. He believes in him that completely.
"I don't want you to pretend to not be what you are, when we're together. I don't want to fixate on it either." He gestures a little, with the last bite of his donut.
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"I do trust you."
Difficult to get to that place, but here they are. This is not as romantic as rustic porcelain and old taps fitted into Delaware brick, aesthetic and poignant. There are buttons near his elbow, controls for automatic IV attachments, if any were present. Bruce watches him, and mulls over how he feels about it (though he knows already), and more importantly how to explain it.
"If any part of you, even an accidental part, frightened me, I couldn't do this. I realized some time ago it was going to be all or nothing on my end."
Which might actually be more dangers than the risk of his heat vision. But. What he's saying is, he's never going to flinch, and he's never going to believe Clark will give him reason to. Unspoken - and he hopes it stays unspoken, he doesn't want to talk about it, not right now - is the fact that he has dreamed his own death through those means; his brain thinks it knows how it feels to be killed by Superman's eyes. And he still isn't going to flinch. He doesn't have to steel himself against it. He believes in him that completely.
"I don't want you to pretend to not be what you are, when we're together. I don't want to fixate on it either." He gestures a little, with the last bite of his donut.
Just be us.