The grey is good. Not because Clark has a thing for ~older men~ (probably?) or anything, it's just nice to look at, and nice to do this, which is: carding his fingers through it, lazily and gently, meditative. He thinks this is probably annoying sometimes, for Bruce, but probably not as many times as it's fine, or desired, just for the intimacy of it. It's a nice kind of no thoughts head empty activity, while they fail to sleep.

The question pulls focus, though. Clark can see him fine. His hand stills, trying to bend his brain around the shape of that question.

"If you have superpowers," he says, slowly, like untangling a logic riddle, "then what I want is for you to be okay about having them."

That's not the answer to the question so much as twisting the question around.

"I just don't think it's so crazy."