It settled a different something inside him to see Clark eat. Though he didn't doubt Clark's health, it spoke to that part of him that had apparently taken care of Steve so long ago. That distant past was becoming clearer, and that was fine. The distant past was less worrisome than the part in the middle. He tended to avoid it, reject it outright.

He had also learned the skill of putting some thoughts out of his mind and focusing on the present instead. And in the present, he had good food - even if he had cooked it himself - and company that, for some reason, didn't judge him. That made life easier. "I... am glad you like the food."