Having talked himself away from the thinking about dead parents, Clark's smile communicates something like how isn't it neat that Bruce likes remote mountainous locations too. They're practically twins.

Maybe more than that. It's not lost on him, the slight oddness and suddenness of the conversation, questions like a stick digging around in the sand, even if he's not entirely sure what Bruce is looking for. Something to understand, maybe, and he's happy to oblige, to fall into the odd rhythm of it just as he is trusting in the over-slow movements of punches and blocks.

"I'd never been overseas until I figured out how to fly," he says, presently. It's a good thing that the ancient Kryptonians touched down in Canada. "When was Tibet?"