Bruce just grunts in answer, stepping over to offer desultory participation. He pushes the sleeves of his sweater up to his elbows, if reluctantly. Honestly, a kale smoothie sounds more appetizing than quiche, which he mainly thinks of as soggy. He'll do what Clark directs him to-- well, no, he might do a thing Clark instructs him to, he might not. He will do a thing, at least. His expression suggests You could have made sandwiches.

He waits, is the thing. Clark could still superspeed out of here with the barest of air rustles if he wanted to, and Bruce knows it, but he feels more secure doing this. Luring him over, closing the apartment door behind him, let them become involved in doing something that shouldn't be abandoned at the drop of a hat.

"I don't know if it was the same for you," he says after a while of observing the construction. His tone is the same; soft-spoken in that way he has when he's not acting. "Or if you'd even remember. For months - near a year, we had armbands."