He might end up with a thing for older men from here on out. Only the future can say.

Clark's hand stills, and Bruce leans his head into it. Watching him and thinking about that answer, turning it - and this entire issue - over in his mind. With less tension than earlier. Sometimes he just needs some distance, and the room to be less ticked off. Difficult, when the thing in contention is so disorienting. But it helps to have Clark; something reliable in the mess of his head. The younger man deserves better than to be his crutch, in this or any scenario, but Bruce is (mostly) evolved enough to grasp that these are the kinds of things committed partners do for each other. Only a little residual internal squirming.

"The possibility of it isn't something I can deny," he murmurs. "Especially not given the way we're all pulled together like magnets. But if it's real, I can't control it. If it's a power, then it's just over me."

And it is no fun coming to terms with that. Something he thinks Clark understands, at least in part.