So Clark is a little glad for the fact that at this angle, expressions can't be made out. Just gesture, the solid circle that Bruce's arms make around him -- and the thought that that may never have happened again feels more like the real close call, here -- and the quiet, low texture of his voice.
But it's a hell of a thing to say and he frowns at nothing, minuscule touches of his fingers and the comfortable warmth between them not back up. That feels like a lot to unpack for right now, but so long as they're setting down some boundaries, no matter how they might sound--
"I know," he says. "I promise. Bruce..."
He wants to tell Bruce it's going to be okay, but he doesn't want to give him something to disagree with. So Clark selects the kind of something he can't, and gently kisses his mouth. It's a steady moment of contact, controlled, borderline chaste if not for the intimate tangle of arms, shared body warmth and breathing.
Apologetic, "My turn. You need to get some sleep."
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So Clark is a little glad for the fact that at this angle, expressions can't be made out. Just gesture, the solid circle that Bruce's arms make around him -- and the thought that that may never have happened again feels more like the real close call, here -- and the quiet, low texture of his voice.
But it's a hell of a thing to say and he frowns at nothing, minuscule touches of his fingers and the comfortable warmth between them not back up. That feels like a lot to unpack for right now, but so long as they're setting down some boundaries, no matter how they might sound--
"I know," he says. "I promise. Bruce..."
He wants to tell Bruce it's going to be okay, but he doesn't want to give him something to disagree with. So Clark selects the kind of something he can't, and gently kisses his mouth. It's a steady moment of contact, controlled, borderline chaste if not for the intimate tangle of arms, shared body warmth and breathing.
Apologetic, "My turn. You need to get some sleep."