He could think of ways and the answer, though glib was on the tip of his tongue. He swallowed it back, because the last thing he wanted to pressure Clark for was sex. Actually, he didn't want to apply any pressure to Clark at all right now, to do anything except be there, and keep breathing and soaking up sun. To heal. To rest.

Those things didn't fit the standard definition of pressure.

He tilted his head just far enough to catch Clark's mouth in a soft, painfully gentle, kiss when what he wanted to do was press in and make himself believe in Clark's reality. His lip was still a bit sore from the earlier kiss, anyway.

"You're here. You came back. You asked to stay here. You already have."