Bruce did not cooperate with being supported. He didn't resist it, exactly, but he didn't sag into it. "My shoulder can wait."

He looked Clark over, searched his eyes until he was sure he believed what Clark was saying - or trusted that he wasn't not saying important things, and wasn't hiding them.

How was he? He - was completely unable to answer the question, because he didn't know. He didn't have the slightest idea. He was...shaky and half numb and unsteady and unsure and a bit lost when he decided maybe Clark didn't need him to be doing the supporting.

"I'm fine." He paused and then: "Cold."