It was like watching a miracle. Not because what Clark could do with sunlight was miraculous, but because it was watching Clark return to being fully, truly, completely himself. Human perfection and in that completely alien.
Bruce loved it, though that only showed with a slight smile on his face.
He found himself wondering, just a bit, at the hypocrisy of demanding Clark do this and his discomfort at the thought of Clark being hurt and scarred when that was what Bruce was, ever day of his life. Except, really, that was who Bruce was and very definitely not who Clark was meant to be.
"Better," he agreed, tiny smile still playing around the edges of his mouth. "Much more you - and I think the beard can stay for a bit, though you might want to tame the hair." It was said dryly, but accompanied by him padding on bare feet across the rooftop to stand behind Clark.
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Bruce loved it, though that only showed with a slight smile on his face.
He found himself wondering, just a bit, at the hypocrisy of demanding Clark do this and his discomfort at the thought of Clark being hurt and scarred when that was what Bruce was, ever day of his life. Except, really, that was who Bruce was and very definitely not who Clark was meant to be.
"Better," he agreed, tiny smile still playing around the edges of his mouth. "Much more you - and I think the beard can stay for a bit, though you might want to tame the hair." It was said dryly, but accompanied by him padding on bare feet across the rooftop to stand behind Clark.