Bruce has no instinct to surrender. It's a problem. Not in a fight, not against anxiety, nothing. Clark's suggestion makes him feel uneasy, but it's a good one; if he has to go at it sideways, at least he's going there. And at least Clark can see.
What a luxury, to be with someone who knows the full worst of you already. There's nothing he needs to hide.
Yeah.
They get up to some crazy shit, but there's this, too. People simply wanting each other, navigating the waters of an unconventional relationship. Navigating each other's forms, hands on skin, mouths together, warm and wet. Bruce can't decide if this is the easiest part of them, or if it's sitting quietly beside each other. Neither are anything he could have predicted, back then. And he thinks he'd die for both.
Scout Ship 0344 is not pleased with the line of inquiry, when it comes. Back in the frozen wastes, Bruce watches the shifting silver assistant (Kelex, it had been decided, after loading in different programs, fishing the remnants of Zod's would-be deletion out of Krypton's version of a desktop recycle bin). It hovers closer to Clark, stubbornly addressed as Kal-El at all times, managing to give off the impression of glaring in Bruce's direction, despite having no discernable features.
"You have no ability to remove data," Bruce points out, flatly. "You hid things from STAR Labs, I understand that."
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What a luxury, to be with someone who knows the full worst of you already. There's nothing he needs to hide.
Yeah.
They get up to some crazy shit, but there's this, too. People simply wanting each other, navigating the waters of an unconventional relationship. Navigating each other's forms, hands on skin, mouths together, warm and wet. Bruce can't decide if this is the easiest part of them, or if it's sitting quietly beside each other. Neither are anything he could have predicted, back then. And he thinks he'd die for both.
Scout Ship 0344 is not pleased with the line of inquiry, when it comes. Back in the frozen wastes, Bruce watches the shifting silver assistant (Kelex, it had been decided, after loading in different programs, fishing the remnants of Zod's would-be deletion out of Krypton's version of a desktop recycle bin). It hovers closer to Clark, stubbornly addressed as Kal-El at all times, managing to give off the impression of glaring in Bruce's direction, despite having no discernable features.
"You have no ability to remove data," Bruce points out, flatly. "You hid things from STAR Labs, I understand that."