Clark can't not make his eyebrows do something very subtly skeptical at the idea there's not much to tell, but it doesn't feel right to pry. Not as directly as he might, normally, and not when he only picked it up after some involuntary muscle flinch.

"I mean," he says, "people get there eventually." The unspoken, even you. Old joke, not super funny.

However, he is very likeable.

But he is also not for everyone, and maybe it's a surprise to know that boys brought up by Bruce Wayne in Gotham City would like him. Cultural differences across America aren't nothing, he's encountered them all the time. But maybe that's part of why. He can only guess. "I wish I could meet them," he says, more seriously. He knows a little of the circumstances of both, but there is too much foregone conclusion in Bruce's voice to refute.

He lifts up Bruce's hand, brushes his mouth across his knuckles.