It had been more than half a century with the guy, and Bruce was still an ass, but he was pretty well used to Clark helping him undress. Needing Clark to get him out of that suit and needing the suit -
He wasn't ever going to get used to, but he'd learned to have a little grace about both. It wore thin sometimes, but now wasn't one of those times. For lots of reasons.
He leaned back against Clark once the suit was more or less gone. Gravity fucking hurt at this stage of the game. For the time he was likely to stay up, it was fine and Clark made it worth it.
He closed his eyes briefly, and gave a very, very soft snort. "That's my shoulder, Clark. You sure your mind's not going?"
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Date: 2015-12-24 01:21 am (UTC)He wasn't ever going to get used to, but he'd learned to have a little grace about both. It wore thin sometimes, but now wasn't one of those times. For lots of reasons.
He leaned back against Clark once the suit was more or less gone. Gravity fucking hurt at this stage of the game. For the time he was likely to stay up, it was fine and Clark made it worth it.
He closed his eyes briefly, and gave a very, very soft snort. "That's my shoulder, Clark. You sure your mind's not going?"
God, he loved this man.