The water is running at room temperature and so they are well on their way. Clark strips down properly, giving a sober laugh at Bruce's observation. "Yessir," he says, helpfully buttering on the inflection just for the joke. "Beach holidays were something that happened on TV. And it wasn't even in my top five, leaving Kansas."

No, the novelty had been mountains, in contrast to the endless flat. He steps into the spray, letting it hit him in the face, quick to drag water through his hair which will dry wilder than the neat sidepart he wears it in.

"And Lo's not that interested. Something about being a redhead. She skis."

He looks back at Bruce, checking his progress, maybe a hint of apology for the chattiness. "Water's fine," he reports.