Bruce waited silently for Clark to settle, and then dropped an arm around Clark's waist. He even tucked his hand a bit inside the robe, so it was warm skin against skin.

"Hm?" Which part of the rug? Why did he care about the rugs. "I have no idea. You'd have to ask Alfred." He just - had no damned idea. In some ways this house wasn't his home. It was Clark's though, and Alfred's, and Jason's, and that meant it was somewhere he belonged.

"I think he may hire someone to do the carpets."

He'd give Clark a minute or two, and then say something more worthwhile.