There's no plan long-term enough that can account for forces of nature like the two of them.
But the way Clark leans after him when they part is gratifying - the way he pulls him back for more far beyond just gratification. Bruce is human, so fragile in comparison to a Kryptonian, but perhaps the most solid human he'll have ever leaned into. He doesn't go anywhere near off-balance, though if Clark is paying attention, he'll be able to hear - feel? - his heartbeat, made so much quicker, breath made almost shallow, warmth flushing through him that has nothing to do with the solarpowered man he's holding. Being held by.
He's abandoned Shelby to grip Clark's side, letting them slip closer to each other like-- gravity, like magnets, like the tide and the rocks it breaks against. Like, for a less dramatic image, two people who want to be near.
And. Then. Bruce tilts his head back a little, giving Clark a narrow-eyed, incredulous look in the colored Christmas light glow. "Do you need to reschedule?"
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But the way Clark leans after him when they part is gratifying - the way he pulls him back for more far beyond just gratification. Bruce is human, so fragile in comparison to a Kryptonian, but perhaps the most solid human he'll have ever leaned into. He doesn't go anywhere near off-balance, though if Clark is paying attention, he'll be able to hear - feel? - his heartbeat, made so much quicker, breath made almost shallow, warmth flushing through him that has nothing to do with the solarpowered man he's holding. Being held by.
He's abandoned Shelby to grip Clark's side, letting them slip closer to each other like-- gravity, like magnets, like the tide and the rocks it breaks against. Like, for a less dramatic image, two people who want to be near.
And. Then. Bruce tilts his head back a little, giving Clark a narrow-eyed, incredulous look in the colored Christmas light glow. "Do you need to reschedule?"
Is now a bad time. Or something.