Clark had called his mom, visited. And nothing. Which had been nice, and nothing he felt the need to disturb, certainly did not want to explain. Just one more powerful force in the universe that could wrent people apart from one another.

His head tips, studying Bruce's face. It's a good face, nice to look at, hard to read sometimes, and that's fine. He thinks he got a little more literate, over the time they spent in extra-dimensional space.

"I don't know that we had enough time to get used to it," Clark suggests. A beat, and he adds, "But I didn't take it for granted. Maybe it's strange, missing that too, but."

But maybe not, is pronounced as a smile, small and quick.