Clark looked down at the hand and for a moment, thought back to that day at the fortress. Of the older Bruce and the older Clark holding hands as they walked. Maybe this was the beginning of that kind of comfort. If that was the case... he'd try to think of that, of the result, instead of what he'd lived through.

He took Bruce's hand.

"Let's go."

He glanced at the door, and at the keys there, and scooped them up with his other hand. He'd lock up once they were out.