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[personal profile] solarcore 2021-02-26 08:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Also my preference."

But banter isn't released without a slanted look through eyelashes as Clark likewise reaches for a Diet Coke. Bruce, please. The tab is peeled free, the carbonation activates, and talking about this feels a little like he is circling something. A couple things, even.

"You said the chamber might make you sick," he prompts, as he brings can up to mouth to drink from, eyebrows querying.
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[personal profile] solarcore 2021-02-26 11:34 am (UTC)(link)
"You don't say," says Clark.

A subtle glimmer of amusement in there. Cool shellfish fact, Bruce. To his credit, Bruce talks about generators and atmospheric conditions and Kryptonian ships and he has Clark's undivided attention, a head-cocked alertness that hasn't gotten old yet, at least not on Clark's side of the conversation. He's never needed to be the smartest person in the room. Or the anythingest person.

"Well, if we can figure it out, and if it doesn't give you a massive radioactive hangover the whole time, it'd be nice to be on a level playing field for a little while. Maybe not only in a strictly professional capacity."

If that's too soon of an angle to pursue, then you'll forgive him for already thinking about it on the plane ride over. Or while they were packing tuna salad sandwiches, even.
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[personal profile] solarcore 2021-02-26 12:56 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a surprise and it's not a surprise, the kiss, when it happens, that it happens. Clark's hands do that thing where they automatic drift up to touch Bruce and rest in place, light and gentle, as is the way he returns the kiss.

A smile interrupting it, inevitably. Out the corner of his eye, he notes one of the androids drifting circuitously nearer. Maybe just randomly, maybe its considering relocating that coke can somewhere less offensive. Clark would doubt dad minding much, although that's not his wondering right this minute.

"So you ran those numbers too," he says.
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[personal profile] solarcore 2021-02-28 11:09 am (UTC)(link)
It. That thing. He's talked to Lois about it, a little bit. Trying to walk a line between honesty with his wife and privacy on Bruce's end of things, in the same way he would not unearth details at random about his sex life with Lo. Even without that balance, it's a hard thing to describe in words.

Without sounding completely crazy, anyway. It's nice when it can just be it.

His hand lingers on Bruce as he slides away (far too nimble footed for a man of his proportions), affection shaped in the corners of Clark's mouth. For the kiss. For missing it, too.