He looks at Clark, having listened and watched him, and his expression is unreadable. After a moment he moves off the bed and stands up-- at his bedroom door he stops and turns his head. "Don't go anywhere."
He shuts the door behind him when he leaves the room; he goes downstairs to the functional bathroom for a little while, then feeds Ace. He stares out the kitchen window for a too-long expanse of time. And then he finally walks back upstairs and into the bedroom.
"I cannot believe you." Bruce scrubs a hand over his face. "You can sit there and-- apologize. Clark I am that monster, I came here to stop myself, and you tell me you love me and give me all of this and say it's making you happy when all I'm doing is making you worry and putting you in the middle of this bullshit with the boys. I'm just some broken old man having a slow-moving nervous breakdown and I don't deserve you or anything about you. Goddamnit, Clark, don't ever apologize."
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He looks at Clark, having listened and watched him, and his expression is unreadable. After a moment he moves off the bed and stands up-- at his bedroom door he stops and turns his head. "Don't go anywhere."
He shuts the door behind him when he leaves the room; he goes downstairs to the functional bathroom for a little while, then feeds Ace. He stares out the kitchen window for a too-long expanse of time. And then he finally walks back upstairs and into the bedroom.
"I cannot believe you." Bruce scrubs a hand over his face. "You can sit there and-- apologize. Clark I am that monster, I came here to stop myself, and you tell me you love me and give me all of this and say it's making you happy when all I'm doing is making you worry and putting you in the middle of this bullshit with the boys. I'm just some broken old man having a slow-moving nervous breakdown and I don't deserve you or anything about you. Goddamnit, Clark, don't ever apologize."