[ Clark's first instinct is to ask if there's anything he can do to help, but he's told to stay under the blanket, and so whatever attempt he might have made to lift from his leaning into the backrest is halted and reversed. He leans back, looking every bit the kicked puppy that he hopes he doesn't resemble, and nods his head with a push of his glasses up his nose.
In Bruce's defence, he might just make it worse in the end. Lord knows Clark isn't the most graceful person in general, and it'll probably be worse in a kitchen that requires any measure of skill. ]
All right. [ On the bright side, at least he doesn't sound dejected as much as he sounds accepting. ] Just, um, let me know if I can do anything, all right?
[ As Bruce walks away, Clark watches him go until his silhouette is no longer seen in the darkness. After that, he settles into the seat and resists the urge to brush his hand over his bandage, and instead pulls the blanket as much as it can go up his body without messing the set-up on his lap too much.
Having mostly intact trousers makes Clark feel that it's all right to pull the blanket all the way to his chin. Underneath it, he runs warm like a heater, but he supposes Bruce doesn't have to know that. It's kind enough of him to worry enough to want to keep him warm; if nothing else, he'll wear it for the sentiment, and he shuts his eyes and hums quietly, his ankles twisting lightly to tap the tips of his shoes together.
He'll wait patiently for as long as he has to. In any case, Clark supposes it can't be too long. ]
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In Bruce's defence, he might just make it worse in the end. Lord knows Clark isn't the most graceful person in general, and it'll probably be worse in a kitchen that requires any measure of skill. ]
All right. [ On the bright side, at least he doesn't sound dejected as much as he sounds accepting. ] Just, um, let me know if I can do anything, all right?
[ As Bruce walks away, Clark watches him go until his silhouette is no longer seen in the darkness. After that, he settles into the seat and resists the urge to brush his hand over his bandage, and instead pulls the blanket as much as it can go up his body without messing the set-up on his lap too much.
Having mostly intact trousers makes Clark feel that it's all right to pull the blanket all the way to his chin. Underneath it, he runs warm like a heater, but he supposes Bruce doesn't have to know that. It's kind enough of him to worry enough to want to keep him warm; if nothing else, he'll wear it for the sentiment, and he shuts his eyes and hums quietly, his ankles twisting lightly to tap the tips of his shoes together.
He'll wait patiently for as long as he has to. In any case, Clark supposes it can't be too long. ]