That was progress - of some sort - but there was also a lot there that he wanted to address and some things he just plain wanted to prod, the way small children and the odd jerk saw a nasty bruise and responded by shoving their thumb in and commenting on how painful it looked.

"This is your home as much as mine," he said, flatly. "The cave is my space, but what's above it is yours, Alfred's and Jason's all as much as it is mine." Get the fuck over that, Clark, said his lack of tone.

"I should have said something before I left, but frankly at that point the only real impulse I had involved taking that keyboard and shoving it down your throat. You may be better, but I don't think is an encounter that would have gone well." Still flat.

And not addressing that he could and should have addressed it before his impulse was violent.