Clark was a little surprised, but soon enough he was far too busy being kissed (and kissing back) to concern himself too much with it. Bruce was... beyond distracting. Bruce made the world small just by stepping into view.

"If you don't mind grabbing my laptop and packing that up?"

It was a rugged old thing, bought years ago and still alive mostly because Clark refused to let it die. It had been left, closed, on the desk near the window where he'd usually worked.

"Anything else you think I might want. You know me well enough."

Then he was heading for his room and the bathroom to get what they'd come for.