Clark didn't wait. Clark should have asked, he should have waited. He should have done a lot of things. But he couldn't. He couldn't wait and he couldn't hear no again. His heart was already broken enough from everything. He couldn't help himself from slipping his arms around Bruce and just letting his forehead rest against Bruce's head.

"Bruce. Bruce. Bruce." He squeezed a little, knowing he was aggravating bruises, know it was hurting Bruce but not saying it, not squeezing... it felt like it'd hurt more. He managed the smallest, most tired smile. "No bruising my elbow."