He leaned into the kiss, drank it in and gave as good as he got until Bruce needed to breathe and he let their foreheads rest against one another then, staying close.

He couldn't imagine how hard this was for Bruce. Bruce who was bending at every turn, putting every portion of his life on hold for him. Bruce who was putting himself in such danger, all the while the one he usually looked to for backup was the very mess he was trying to fix. He didn't know how well he'd handle such a thing, he really didn't. And he knew, tactically, what a nightmare this must be giving Bruce: Superman was an unstable element, which despite his logical consideration, was usually not at all the case.

"You have to know I'd be lost without you," he said quietly. "Thank you."