(Somewhere, Woodstock is marching back and forth across kitchen countertops, peering at himself in anything shiny, tik-tiking it with his beak.)
And Clark squeezes Bruce's hand, offering no answers. They can speculate forever, but that sounds a little like it'd only add to the tight spirals of frustration that seem to emerge when this topic is broached. But he does say, "That's not going to happen," about the fits of, dot dot dot. Whether it's Superman murder, something else.
"But I think that's a good question," a shift, along with a physical one, just a readjustment of his sit on the couch. "And you deserve answers about it. Is it possible—"
Hmm. He laces his fingers between Bruce's.
"Say it's not nonsense. Say there's a key to understanding these dreams on their own terms. A way to control them, to make them make sense or control when and where you let them in, or if there's any precedent for dreaming like that. Where would you start?"
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And Clark squeezes Bruce's hand, offering no answers. They can speculate forever, but that sounds a little like it'd only add to the tight spirals of frustration that seem to emerge when this topic is broached. But he does say, "That's not going to happen," about the fits of, dot dot dot. Whether it's Superman murder, something else.
"But I think that's a good question," a shift, along with a physical one, just a readjustment of his sit on the couch. "And you deserve answers about it. Is it possible—"
Hmm. He laces his fingers between Bruce's.
"Say it's not nonsense. Say there's a key to understanding these dreams on their own terms. A way to control them, to make them make sense or control when and where you let them in, or if there's any precedent for dreaming like that. Where would you start?"