Unlucky, that Bruce speaks physical so well, now wholly cognizant of the not-nothing of that moment. He's more at ease with it than he'd be if the moment had been, heaven forbid, mid-conversation, but there's still a frisson of strange as he sits up halfway on his elbows.

Stranger still, how beautiful Clark's laugh is, how easily it throws him. Briefly, Bruce tries not to smile. Again. He turns his head away to cover it, significantly less subtle than before.

"I trained in a lot of places."