Bruce looked mildly horrified at the thought, because he was and he didn't have a chance to catch it. "No," he answered, after a moment. "I don't want to be alone. I don't have anything to process."

Well, not really. Sort of? Nothing he needed to be alone to process.

He had to keep reminding himself that he'd never thought Clark was dead, and to convince himself to believe that Clark was back, but that was best done with Clark there, dammit.

"...I'm not sure I can handle the idea of you with a ponytail."