It's so pleasant, just being held. Being with Bruce, simple and sweet and good. He almost overcooks the eggs, a veritable travesty in his books, and he plates them carefully as he silently assigns them as 'his' eggs. Bruce would get the ones he was just a little more careful with.

The next set of eggs come out perfect, get plated with care, and it's simple enough for Clark to pull over a pair of bread slices and stare at them for long enough to get a nice brown char on either side. They get placed on the plate next to the eggs and Bruce gets another kiss to the hair before he nudges his hand since breakfast is ready.