Bruce lets himself lean against Clark a little, touched by that reaction. Wordless, like so much of their communication in the field is starting to become. He still doesn't know how to make that ease work when they're not doing what they do-- but maybe he can learn.

"Do you visit your parents often?" he asks, and after a moment steps away and reaches up to get a grip on the lowest rung of the tree's sprawling limbs. He pulls himself up, heedless of getting bark and dirt and whatever-else on his expensive clothes.