[Perhaps he's just a man who wears his heart on his sleeve. Both times now that Bruce has seen him, Clark's emotions have been clear on his face, easy to read as they move across his expression. He'd been moving around the room with apparent ease thus far, but surely it isn't strange to followup; they'd had a very distinct first meeting. Bruce's gaze lowers, lands on Clark's waist and sweeps upward, an unselfconscious once-over.]

I'm very glad to hear that.

With one notable exception, arriving in Beacon is usually a more mundane experience.
Which would make you either very unlucky, or something of a troublemaker.

[Growing up among the Gotham elite, flitting through the upper echelon of socialites with loose or sometimes no morals, Bruce has learned that there are two ways to go about conversations. Directly, or with sleight of hand. Loyalties have historically been a shell game, and his own natural earnestness, his preference for setting a course and following it, have come at a high cost. Even now, with the city and arguably the world far behind him- it isn't a method he's abandoned.

It's the same sleight of hand that redirects their conversation now- where instead of talking about how busy or not busy he is, about the dubious nature of what passes for 'all right' in Beacon, his gaze goes to the beams along the back wall.]

I'm sure having a project on your hands will help.