Better morning, markedly improved, but all the way into good is to be determined. Still, Clark immediately relaxes a little as Bruce touches him, hands dropped from his face as he rolls over. Nuance will be lost on him for the next few seconds, the space given, the reserve, and he reaches out to lay a hand on Bruce's knee, a gentle clasp. "I don't remember being that tired in a long time. Firsts for everything."
A deep breath out, readjusting his head on the pillow to look at Bruce. To squint at Bruce. "You don't look much better." His next inclination is to pull Bruce down for some insistent, lazy morning cuddling, maybe the kind that lapses into sleep, but he's observant enough that he doesn't immediately initiate this.
He sits up, instead. Leans in, without really doing the things yet he's inclined to do: like nudging his head against Bruce's shoulder, or nuzzling that spot beneath his ear, or kissing. Just peering.
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Better morning, markedly improved, but all the way into good is to be determined. Still, Clark immediately relaxes a little as Bruce touches him, hands dropped from his face as he rolls over. Nuance will be lost on him for the next few seconds, the space given, the reserve, and he reaches out to lay a hand on Bruce's knee, a gentle clasp. "I don't remember being that tired in a long time. Firsts for everything."
A deep breath out, readjusting his head on the pillow to look at Bruce. To squint at Bruce. "You don't look much better." His next inclination is to pull Bruce down for some insistent, lazy morning cuddling, maybe the kind that lapses into sleep, but he's observant enough that he doesn't immediately initiate this.
He sits up, instead. Leans in, without really doing the things yet he's inclined to do: like nudging his head against Bruce's shoulder, or nuzzling that spot beneath his ear, or kissing. Just peering.