Bruce adjusted his own pillows and settled in a sort of semi-reclined position with a flicker of - something indistinct across his face. Discomfort, annoyance, side of thinking seriously about snarling and snapping at Clark.

Then he just leaned back and sighed. "I'm fine, Clark. Just turn the damned thing on and come to bed."

Clark couldn't just stay in bed with him all the time, of course. Clark was still Superman. Bruce would enjoy the company while he had it, though.