Bruce sits down and Clark leans all the more. Distantly, he is aware that maybe he said something that he'd subconsciously been keeping in check -- not out of a desire to be secretive so much as it's never his first instinct to make people uncomfortable with the sheer amount of things he can do. But he isn't fully focused on all that.

Bruce is asking him so gently. "Normally," he says. "Normally and I don't always notice it, 'til I notice it. Heart, and." He gestures, loosely. And other things. But the heart is the first thing, the thing that can't be helped.

"Ss'how I knew you liked me after all," is added, with a broad grin, pushing into the lean. Eyy.