"I know you trust me."

Trust wasn't the same as belief. That belief that he was mentioning was tied up in all Clark's self-doubt. It would stabilize. Bruce pressed his fingers against Clark's spine, tilted his head slightly and barely grazed his lips across Clark's mouth. It might have been an accident.

Keep trusting me, he thought, as he said: "This isn't permanent, but you need to give yourself longer than a few days."