Bruce leans back, puts his feet up on the small table wedged between the sofa and the bed. They'd probably be more comfortable on his bed, considering they're both practically giants, but that's too much for right now. Bruce still has his hand, and he gently tugs Clark closer, encouraging him to put his head on his shoulder. Come here, you big moron.
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Bruce leans back, puts his feet up on the small table wedged between the sofa and the bed. They'd probably be more comfortable on his bed, considering they're both practically giants, but that's too much for right now. Bruce still has his hand, and he gently tugs Clark closer, encouraging him to put his head on his shoulder. Come here, you big moron.