Bruce closes his eyes and settles there, the side of his face resting against the top of Clark's head. The cold feeling in his chest hasn't gone away entirely, and the regret that blooms there isn't helped by how much he likes this. Part of him had hoped it'd be awkward, that their intense feelings were just that, simple frustrated runoff of their circumstances, that they'd have this moment and realize they were being ridiculous and shake it off. Because he could walk away from that and pretend it never happened, the way he's brushed aside so much in his life. He doesn't know how he's going to be able to manage it, now.

Later. He can sort it out later. Bruce laces his fingers with Clark's and lets his attention drift, doing exactly what he said he wanted to do. Just shut up, and be here.