He thinks, when they're sitting there: it'll be nice when the manor is done. Specific rooms for this kind of thing, cozier kitchens, Alfred with his own wing again, practically. It's a world that feels strange and familiar at once. There's nothing to be done about anxiety over returning to it - has anything good come from that place? - but some undefined yearning for home is present, too.
Coffee mug clinks against the nightstand, sheets are shuffled around beneath weight. Bruce c'meres.
Clark is superior to lean against. He lets himself be guided and also nudges Clark around, settling in, getting his head on his shoulder. He remembers things like sitting cuddled up with Selina in her old town loft, watching whatever garbage daytime TV she liked to put on to feel normal. Back then, he thought it'd work, if they just cared hard enough. He still isn't sure if they didn't, or if they were just never going to make it, no matter what. Or even worse, if she counts as something lost in the destruction of his family. A relationship warped forever, like his absent ward.
What he and Clark have is too much, but it finally feels like enough, too.
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Coffee mug clinks against the nightstand, sheets are shuffled around beneath weight. Bruce c'meres.
Clark is superior to lean against. He lets himself be guided and also nudges Clark around, settling in, getting his head on his shoulder. He remembers things like sitting cuddled up with Selina in her old town loft, watching whatever garbage daytime TV she liked to put on to feel normal. Back then, he thought it'd work, if they just cared hard enough. He still isn't sure if they didn't, or if they were just never going to make it, no matter what. Or even worse, if she counts as something lost in the destruction of his family. A relationship warped forever, like his absent ward.
What he and Clark have is too much, but it finally feels like enough, too.