Bruce agreed; he was likely to go right the hell back to sleep if he drank anything like a good scotch and that wasn't - that wasn't what he wanted or Clark needed.
He let go of Clark's hand and pushed back a little against the hand at his neck. "Set a timer," he grumped.
He didn't even want the damned stuff, he wanted Clark to know he was okay. "Do that while you're getting my water, and think about getting something to eat while you're at it." Or some sun, but that was basically eating for Clark.
Look, he'd stop worrying when he was actually dead. And not a second before.
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Date: 2015-12-24 04:27 am (UTC)He let go of Clark's hand and pushed back a little against the hand at his neck. "Set a timer," he grumped.
He didn't even want the damned stuff, he wanted Clark to know he was okay. "Do that while you're getting my water, and think about getting something to eat while you're at it." Or some sun, but that was basically eating for Clark.
Look, he'd stop worrying when he was actually dead. And not a second before.