If Bruce were slightly less drugged or hadn't realized that Clark was seeking comfort from him, Bruce would have had a harder time with the affection right now. Since both of those were in place, he threaded his fingers into Clark's hair and lightly dragged his fingers over Clark's scalp.

He understood what Clark was saying, understood where it came from, and once he had it framed as something that wasn't all about him he had to agree. It might actually be good for both of them. The idea still scared the hell out of him. Not for himself but for Clark.

But he was trying to get Clark to understand that he could be okay, could be something besides ...goodness and perfection and sunshine and light and be worthwhile. This... applied.

"All right. Then let's talk details."