Clark gives him a smile, the smile of a man secure in the spoken fact that they are in love and so he can maybe get away with even more than he previously let himself know about.

"Boring's fine too," he says. "So any time you wanna try that out instead, I'll be there."

Said smile fades a little, faster than usual. This is all stressful. It's nice for them that their first kiss happened on Christmas Eve, on his home porch, snow blanketing his favourite place on earth, because so much other nice things seem to be borne of extremely tense situations. The world ending, nightmares, attempted mutual murder despite their mutual pulled punches, near misses with neurotoxin (:/).

Still. Holding hands next to the koi and the bird and fresh memories of otters is pretty good, no matter the looming shadow of the subject at hand. "How often?" he asks.