Bruce was... starting to become consciously aware that his body was trying to drag him down. The fact that he'd gotten incredibly light-headed, short of breath, and his pulse was racing erratically was something of a clue.
Clark carrying on as more or less normal was - what? reassuring? That or troubling, and he didn't know which. Still, he pretty well leaned into Clark and let himself be helped while he fought against himself to get things steadied out again. It... took more effort than he wanted.
"Combine that with your shake and it's very nearly an actual meal." It was an actual meal.
He took hold of Clark's shoulder and hauled himself up with a lot of assistance from the suit. "You'll even get a bit of time in the sun on the way." Not an accident. "Let's go." Once up he took Clark's hand again.
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Date: 2015-12-24 02:41 pm (UTC)Clark carrying on as more or less normal was - what? reassuring? That or troubling, and he didn't know which. Still, he pretty well leaned into Clark and let himself be helped while he fought against himself to get things steadied out again. It... took more effort than he wanted.
"Combine that with your shake and it's very nearly an actual meal." It was an actual meal.
He took hold of Clark's shoulder and hauled himself up with a lot of assistance from the suit. "You'll even get a bit of time in the sun on the way." Not an accident. "Let's go." Once up he took Clark's hand again.