As soon as Clark takes a bite of his own, Jason does too. Technically it's not safe, since the s'mores were cooked separately but he tells his brain to can it.
"Why did he want me to have a s'more? What's going on?"
"I didn't ask him," Clark admits with a spread of his hands, "and I'd been planning on it anyway, so it seemed like a good enough reason to bring it by."
Because yes, he knows what Jason is referencing, but that doesn't mean he's going to talk about it. Yes, his feelings for Bruce are exceptionally strong. Clark's feelings, when he feels them for someone, usually are. And it's... Bruce.
"It was one of the promises he agreed to when he proposed the trip."
The rest of the s'more disappears into Jason's mouth, omnomnom. He's like a dog, he could be full and still eating. Probably from being raised without knowing when his next meal would be.
"Can I ask more about these promises or is it private?"
Jason wrinkles his nose, unsure if 'cuddling' counts as sexual. It's the only time he cuddles, but not everyone is wired that way and he's actively trying to change that, so.
"I can't believe this is Batman we're talking about."
"Bruce has a lot more dimensions than most people give him credit for." He turns one hand. "Of course, he sets up a veritable obstacle course of deadly traps in front of those additional dimensions, but once you've seen them, well...
"It's like the arrow in the FedEx logo: you can never quite unsee it. And I've never really wanted to."
Clark opens his mouth to say something before, for once, his lips press tight and he shakes his head. He's tired of playing this game that he can't win. He's tired of getting crapped on for the crime of trying. He's tired of always being wrong not because he's wrong, but because he's just Clark. He'd gone camping with Bruce to get away from it and he'd thought a quick jaunt to deliver s'mores was safe but no, of course not. Of course not.
"Of course. How could I? Expecting you to relate with me over something. Clearly, I'm lecturing you."
He doesn't even wait for another word. One hand waves, half goodbye and half... whatever the hell I'm done for right now before disappearing.
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But I hadn't realized you'd entirely broken up. My apologies.
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did you really think i could keep someone for more than a day?
go back to bruce you deserve a nice valentine's
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Have a good weekend, Jason.
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[As always, pretending getting praise does't hurt deep in his chest.]
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is that code for something
what is going on you guys ok
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DO you want one? I can fly it back. And there's nothing quite like the fresh ones from a camp fire.
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but you know you'll have to bring one to eat yourself right?
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Oh no. TWO s'mores.
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"I made sure to bring two, like we discussed. Feel free to have me eat the one you don't want."
Because they were two very different s'mores.
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"Yeah, what happened here? Did each of you cook one?" He motions at the less burnt one for Clark to eat.
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"Got it in one. I figured I'd make the extra for him."
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"Why did he want me to have a s'more? What's going on?"
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He takes another bite of his own. Hm. "You've got it bad, too."
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Because yes, he knows what Jason is referencing, but that doesn't mean he's going to talk about it. Yes, his feelings for Bruce are exceptionally strong. Clark's feelings, when he feels them for someone, usually are. And it's... Bruce.
"It was one of the promises he agreed to when he proposed the trip."
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"Can I ask more about these promises or is it private?"
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"You can ask. Though it's probably less interesting than you think."
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"As long as it's not about sex I'd like to know." And then, a pause. "Though he's totally waiting for you isn't he?"
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"But the 'promises' mostly just consisted of talking, cuddling, and s'mores."
His tone, and his face, say 'we are exceptionally boring men, Jason' in the gentlest way possible.
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"I can't believe this is Batman we're talking about."
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"It's like the arrow in the FedEx logo: you can never quite unsee it. And I've never really wanted to."
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"Are you done trying to lecture me about the man who raised me? Because I'm still pretty sure he'll be waiting."
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"Of course. How could I? Expecting you to relate with me over something. Clearly, I'm lecturing you."
He doesn't even wait for another word. One hand waves, half goodbye and half... whatever the hell I'm done for right now before disappearing.