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[personal profile] solarcore 2021-05-29 07:59 am (UTC)(link)
That does something to Clark, some little heartfelt twinge, and he couldn't even really articulate why, but it's to do with this, being themselves. Bruce identifying something as horrifying as heat vision that can slice a tank in half as just warm, like stepping out into a sunny day.

Some puzzle piece gets clicked into place, and that is a mirror of what Bruce has said: if Bruce was frightened of him, even the accidental parts of him, Clark couldn't do this either. He couldn't be with someone where he had to negotiate their fear, or be so different from himself so as not to induce it. It's obvious, when put in these terms, but has never been made plainer than right now. And Bruce, existing, unafraid.

He considers articulating that, but realises that, as usual, Bruce is several steps ahead of him already.

Clark's crooked smile has gentled, warmed, and he sets the donut box aside. He leans over and lets a hand and sleeved arm sink down into biting cold ice to balance himself (needlessly) with a hand at Bruce's midsection, so that he can better kiss him.