His hand reaches up, reaches over, and he starts running his hands down Bruce's back again. Down, lift, shoulders, down. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

"What can I do?"

There's no other question here. None.

"I'm not leaving you alone with this. Not another minute. Not another second."

Bruce was not shouldering this any more alone than he has to. And Clark knows he's only taking the barest edges of the burden, but he'll take as much as Clark will let him.