That would absolutely not have flown with a sober Clark Kent, who must by now be getting used to wading through Bruce's fronts, knowing what lies behind them. It flies for this Clark, who leans into him again, content as a labrador who's been well walked and getting petted for his efforts. Frisbees caught, sticks fetched, bats rescued.
"I heard your heart," he says, like that's a normal thing to say. His fingertips touch over where that heart is, the body's busiest little muscle, twitching tirelessly. His hand is warm, flattening there. "Had to see what it was doing."
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That would absolutely not have flown with a sober Clark Kent, who must by now be getting used to wading through Bruce's fronts, knowing what lies behind them. It flies for this Clark, who leans into him again, content as a labrador who's been well walked and getting petted for his efforts. Frisbees caught, sticks fetched, bats rescued.
"I heard your heart," he says, like that's a normal thing to say. His fingertips touch over where that heart is, the body's busiest little muscle, twitching tirelessly. His hand is warm, flattening there. "Had to see what it was doing."