[The door opens and many details become very clear all at once. It's warm inside Clark's room- warmer perhaps than it could ever be in the museum. And there's a smell in the air that Bruce recognizes but is not overly familiar with. He thinks of breakfast first, something filling and earthy- before his gaze moves past Clark altogether and into the room at large. It is probably not very good manners, but not even Alfred has tried to break him of this habit so perhaps it's permanent. There are small pieces of furniture, the kind of impersonal items that could be found in the Invincible. There are, incongruously, three wooden posts leaning against the wall.
Bruce does not chirp in reply. He stands politely in the doorway and looks from the room back to Clark's face in a single, lengthy sweep.] What?
[The flowers. His head shakes, a small thing. The changing of thoughts.]
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Bruce does not chirp in reply. He stands politely in the doorway and looks from the room back to Clark's face in a single, lengthy sweep.] What?
[The flowers. His head shakes, a small thing. The changing of thoughts.]
Yes.
May I come in?