Clark looks like he's ready to listen to whatever Bruce is going to say, and when that doesn't happen, his mouth skews into a rueful line. The sound of Bruce's tiny fidgets against the coffee up all echo loud to someone who is super and keyed into what he's doing.

"He got the postcard," he says, by the by. "I'm not sure that was the inciting motivation, but."

A beat, and he adds, more directly, if a still gently applied pressure, "When was the last time you two were in the same room?"