Bruce was starting to get used to Clark being affectionate. Or, well, glad enough to have him back to enjoy it for the time being, without any real risk of him becoming 'touched out' any time soon.

Or possibly any time ever.

"Pick a balcony," he said, somewhat dryly. "Let us know which one you pick, and we'll make sure to leave a window open. This wing's a bit more difficult. The most convenient and largest balcony is just off my parent's room." And that one wasn't being used, thank you.