Something can be invasive, and also be desired; Bruce has never been normal, about the things he likes, or takes comfort in. It would be easier if it were just fuzzy handcuffs. But it isn't, and the more time goes on and the more Clark sees and understands of him, the more data he has on why everyone else has fled.
He smiles a little, and says okay, and Bruce's internal organs do something. The mortifying ordeal of being known gets a degree less terrifying week by week.
Okay.
Maybe they'll even take a nap when they get back, out on wooden chairs on the deck, in the weak New Jersey sunlight. Glass to one side and water to the other, and no dreams. Or Clark will get a ticket. The world is a strange place.
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He smiles a little, and says okay, and Bruce's internal organs do something. The mortifying ordeal of being known gets a degree less terrifying week by week.
Okay.
Maybe they'll even take a nap when they get back, out on wooden chairs on the deck, in the weak New Jersey sunlight. Glass to one side and water to the other, and no dreams. Or Clark will get a ticket. The world is a strange place.