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ᴄʟᴀʀᴋ ᴋᴇɴᴛ ( ᴋᴀʟ-ᴇʟ ). ([personal profile] solarcore) wrote in [personal profile] nightlife 2018-01-01 12:31 pm (UTC)

And Clark sleeps deeply, when sleep does find him.

Wakes up, and, wholly unfairly, feels perfectly fine. Sort of. There's no violent hangover to contend with, and the strange sleepiness that had captured him towards the end has been siphoned off through rest. Maybe a little like not every cobweb has been cleared out of the corners of his mind, but most of them. Less and less, as he elbows up to sit in bed, back curled, sunlight striking skin.

Maybe in need of a shower, just for the warm reassurance of it.

Memories that aren't recalled with pristine detail are fairly rare. Dreams are like this, a little blurry around the edges. But he can recall enough, enough of his own behaviour, to compel him to rub his hands in his face and sink back down among the pillows and covers, a groan levering out of him from low in his chest. Almost a laugh, on the back of it.

He remembers, too, Bruce being gentle. Bruce being caring. Bruce kissing him. These recollections are nice to have, and also not quite enough to immediately counter the embarrassment of the behaviour that invited it.

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