Bruce would protest about the egg division if he could tell what almost overcooked eggs look like; instead he just makes a small disgruntled noise at having to move, and drops a small kiss against the side of Clark's neck before stepping away. He snags their coffee and sets it up at the wooden table he's acquired - the sofa is still around, but it's currently serving as a holder-of-things at the moment, and Bruce's formal upbringing means he likes sitting at tables better when possible anyway.
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