Little things like this remain a complete wonder to Bruce, who's never so much as imagined them. For practical reasons as much as emotionally stunted ones: when's the last time a meal didn't simply appear out of thin air for him? He can't imagine any of the women he's shared his heart with cooking, really. Bruce holds him close, stroking his side with his thumb every so often. Is this how Clark behaved with Lois? That makes something in him ache; not in jealousy, but knowing that Clark believes he won't be with her again. He hopes they work it out.