[Bruce anticipates the hug, because of course Clark would, and tries to ignore the little voice in the back of his head that says Clark could crush his entire chest at any given minute if he wanted to.
But he won't. Because he's Clark.
And now Bruce hangs with his feet a few inches off of the ground, emoting about as much as a piece of granite might, while this large, laughing man with unlimited power laughs and hugs him.]
It's good to see you, too, Clark.
[He says flatly. Maybe he's a little happy to see him...]
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But he won't. Because he's Clark.
And now Bruce hangs with his feet a few inches off of the ground, emoting about as much as a piece of granite might, while this large, laughing man with unlimited power laughs and hugs him.]
It's good to see you, too, Clark.
[He says flatly. Maybe he's a little happy to see him...]