After seeing Clark come in, battered and scarred, Clark's eyes glowing red and that casual display of power were beautiful things to Bruce. He wasn't going to explain that, though. Instead he just went over to the desk to pack the laptop, and then searched through the room for personal things.

That meant books, photographs, anything that wasn't, basically, the furniture or fixtures. He did know Clark. He knew what mattered. But he also applied some of his own sensibilities and sentiment.