He glanced over at Bruce, faintly amused and still just a bit tired, before shrugging and returning his gaze to the sunrise.

"There's not much to talk about. I was in a post-apocalyptic future under a red sun. I spent a few weeks cold, hungry, tired, and away from everyone and everything I care about, hoping that I could get help once I reached the Watchtower. I got help. I came home. There's nothing..." he licked his lips, pressed them together hard. "There's nothing to do about it. There's not much to discuss. I'm home now. Problem fixed."

But his eyes were just a bit distant as he looked out from the manor.