The undercurrent was enough to have him on edge. Still, he focused on eating before he focused on anything else. No matter what, he would survive it better with a full stomach, even if that feeling was enough to make him wonder if he needed to pack what belongings he had and find another place in the city to shelter.

Odd how that felt like a loss.

As he ate, he tried to pin names to feelings. What was it that made him so uncertain? He was sure, at least in part, that it was an old, ingrained instinct that came from those memories he didn't want. Clark wasn't going to act against him. Plans wouldn't have been made just earlier in the night if he was. Clark wasn't like him. Didn't have that level of duplicity that he could fall to so easily - which was why his 'activities' caused him so much trouble. That was what made this all the stranger.