Good. Ugh. He tucks himself the tiniest bit closer, towards warmth and comforting sensations and away from sunlight, offering Clark the least surprising tabloid headline in the entire world. Bruce Wayne, Not A Morning Person. He dozes for another while, not really needing the sleep but hating the actual process of getting up-- but soon enough, he reminds himself that he is not actually supposed to be doing this. When he rouses and blinks a bit, he only looks at Clark for a short moment before his glance evades him, almost like he feels guilty for being here.