"I was close," Clark replied. It wasn't a lie. Not technically. A city like Los Angeles was rather small in comparison to the entire world. The average distance in which he had once traveled per day was enormous in comparison to flying a few miles in order to reach someone. His blue eyes moved to look Bridge over. In short? He didn't look very well at all. It was naturally assumed that he was ill, but perhaps there was something more to it. After all, the only thing he seemed capable of discussing happened to dwell on the fact that something was wrong with the hotel that he was in. Maybe that was the problem.
"I don't have to know you," he said, returning his smile with a small one of his own. "It doesn't matter. I still care." He folded his arms over his chest and peered over Bridge's shoulder and into his room.
It didn't look much cleaner than the rest of the building.
"Maybe you should sit down. Then you can explain things to me in a little more detail."