"I'm lucky for a lot of things you can do," Clark notes with yes, a dopey grin on his face. He's in love and he has absolutely no trouble showing it, especially to the man in question. He'd shout it from rooftops if he didn't know it would make Bruce go into an apoplectic fit.

"And the pure poetry that is you."

That came with a hand along Bruce's side. His attraction to Bruce goes so far beyond the physical, but beyond does include. Bruce is stunning from head to toes, his movement entrancing from the smallest gesture to the great sweeping swings of battle. And if there's one thing he wants, it's for Bruce to know he feels that way. That someone who knows him for who and what he is, who's seen every scar, thinks that he's not just handsome or sexy, but beautiful. Poetry. He'd shout that from the rooftops too.