If Clark was a barely-held-together facade in front of most everyone else, it somehow made him all the less defensive around Bruce. His layers, the various protections and stoppage points that had made up his system of trust, had changed considerably over the time he'd been gone. Now, it was one big wall... and there was, at current, a very small population inside that wall.

That was why he was as much of a cat as he'd ever been to that touch.

"I'll keep that nakedness rule in mind in the cave," he said, as if Bruce hadn't said something mildly ridiculous. "Though it's a bit chilly down there for me to really head down there without at least a robe. Maybe my fuzzy slippers. I think I grabbed those."