[ Even while he's absorbing all of the details of the story, Clark can't help but think Miles is fascinating to watch, with all of his barely contained energy and animation. There's a spark in him that all but glows. Clark wants to ask questions - he always does - but it's better to deal with one thing at a time. ] You know Miles, sometimes your life makes this place sound downright ordinary.

[ His expression sobers as the conversation turns toward the more serious subject of what happened in Miles' office. He doesn't really expect a full-fledged apology, but that's exactly what Miles gives him. Clark's shoulders sag a little. ]

It's okay. We both did things we're not proud of, and there's no guidebook for dealing with... with coming back from the dead.

[ It was a bad time all around, but Clark is glad that their friendship seems to have survived it, at least. He looks little pensive, but he nods. ] It is different. And it's not just yourself you have to worry about here. I understand. Maybe someday...

[ They can be completely honest with each other. It's a thing most people take for granted. What does he really know about Miles? And what does Miles know about him? Is it naive to trust someone because he can't help but see light in them? ]

Come up here, seriously. [ Clark grins, easy and boyish. ] I'm cold. And miserable. And injured.