"Mmm." A sound that could be anything, but is probably vague exasperation at being in a position to be busted making out by anybody's mother. And yet he's still here, tracking over snow-covered flatland ground, out here in the plains-- out here in the middle of fucking nowhere.
"Does she?" wry edge more audible, this time. "She's very close to your fiance, I wondered if that might be a perceived issue."
Bruce glances at him, reaches out to touch the back of his elbow, briefly.
"Just so you know: I've been operating under the assumption that Lois is fine with it, since I think the list of things you'd rather do before hurting her could giftwrap the Earth."
No expectation of this being an illicit affair, no demand that Clark leave her. It is what it is - or at least, Bruce hopes so. Maybe it will actually be a problem, and he's misjudged; it's worth it to watch him for a reaction, probably, but Bruce believes with the wild, blind faith of a man convinced of his ability to resurrect an alien that Clark isn't - won't be - a jerk about his love life.
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"Does she?" wry edge more audible, this time. "She's very close to your fiance, I wondered if that might be a perceived issue."
Bruce glances at him, reaches out to touch the back of his elbow, briefly.
"Just so you know: I've been operating under the assumption that Lois is fine with it, since I think the list of things you'd rather do before hurting her could giftwrap the Earth."
No expectation of this being an illicit affair, no demand that Clark leave her. It is what it is - or at least, Bruce hopes so. Maybe it will actually be a problem, and he's misjudged; it's worth it to watch him for a reaction, probably, but Bruce believes with the wild, blind faith of a man convinced of his ability to resurrect an alien that Clark isn't - won't be - a jerk about his love life.