Over the time it takes Bruce to phone in the Chinese food, Clark goes from nauseous to terrified and finally to annoyed in return. Because whatever the hell he did, and he's still not sure what he did, it was huge to him. It was... everything. It was stupid. It was... incredibly unwise. It was completely up in the air as to what Bruce actually thought of it or how or if he could handle it, but handling it like Clark piddled in his cave is not helpful.

He should have cleaned up the food. He should have... handled this whole thing. Instead, of course, he'd spiraled and pissed Bruce off and apparently, had acted in such a way that the other man either thinks he's in the midst of temporary insanity or he's resolutely pretending Nothing Happened and he's not sure he can handle either of those things.

He hadn't wanted to do it like that.

He'd had... plans. Frankly ridiculous plans, but plans all the same. Some of them had been silly, some had been more realistic, but all of them had involved waiting. He'd never intended to let Bruce know how he felt while everything was up in the air, while he was still recovering, Jesus, and while Jason was still an unknown quantity out in the city.

So when Bruce finally looks over at him impassively--

Impassively? So we're pretending this never happened.

"What?"