Bruce tightened his muscles both to keep from shivering and to provide something solid for Clark to lean into. He was - completely denying that he was starting to feel the marks Clark had left in his skin and even a mildly growing headache. It was all awareness filtering slowly in, much as realization of being cold had.

"Maybe my shoulder shouldn't wait. Do we need to shower or can you satisfy yourself with slapping a bandage on it?" He didn't want to stick to the sheets.