Bruce kept his head tucked down and close, and his arms around Clark. The movement didn't bother him, nor the speed or height. He was so, so used to that sort of movement, even if he was usually in control of it, and trusted Clark so completely that there was just nothing but a relaxed sort of enjoyment from behind held. And some thrill from the wind in his hair and sensation of speed.

He moved away when Clark let him down, took a deep breath and watched his face. "Something dead in the walls or just from being closed up for so long?" He paused. "Refrigerator, maybe?" He could send cleaners in.