Bruce's heart skipped a beat - of the literal and emotional sort at the waver in Clark's voice. It physically hurt enough to feel like he'd been kicked in the chest and like he was suffocating at once. He ignored it all because this was Clark and Clark was the only thing in the world that mattered at all to him.
He smiled wryly at Clark and then took another drink of water, and pushed away from the counter to offer Clark a hand. "I'll get you a medal later," he said, still - just quiet. "Let's take a walk."
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Date: 2015-12-24 05:38 pm (UTC)He smiled wryly at Clark and then took another drink of water, and pushed away from the counter to offer Clark a hand. "I'll get you a medal later," he said, still - just quiet. "Let's take a walk."
A short walk.