Clark isn't sure what Bruce is thinking (is almost never sure of what Bruce is thinking in moments like this) but when he leans down to kiss him, all Clark can do is melt into the kisses. He always feels so blessed when Bruce takes the time to show his appreciation, to tell Clark that he loves him in his own way. Sometimes that way is a small, private smile. Sometimes it's a hand against his back. And when he's very lucky, it's something like this: sweet, intense kisses that leave no misconceptions about how very much Bruce does love him.

All he can do is drink them in, kiss back and try and tell him, as passionately if perhaps not as elegantly (Bruce was always so elegant; it was one of his favorite features) how much he's loved in return. How glad Clark is that he's here. How much he treasures his time with Bruce.