Clark was still only about half awake, with his curls all over the place and his eyes fluttering between closed and open, but he still managed such a happy little smile as he felt the extra weight on the bed and Bruce's scent enters his nose warm and close. He doesn't throw an arm over him, but he does curl up against him with a happy sigh.

"Mmmthank you for the bird."

The little origami bird. He'd liked it. It was stuck carefully on the fridge under a magnet by one wing, seemingly flying past the white metal door.