Clark reached up and took Bruce's hands in his own, rubbing irregular circles in his palms and along the sides of his hands. Soothing but not lulling. Something to focus on.

"There's no logic in emotional responses, Bruce. Not really. You feel like this because you feel like it. And whatever it is, you're not wrong."

A soft sigh as he leans over to press a gentle kiss on one hand.

"And you're not hallucinating. And you're not him. And you're not alone."