He probably did need to do as much. But considering that he only had his eyes focused on one woman particular, Clark really didn't see the need. He wasn't interested in anyone else. Lois Lane was the girl that he was secretly in love with and there was nothing and no one out there who could ever change that. Even if she was only aware that half of him existed. And the half that she did acknowledge had much difficulty in expressing as to how he felt. It was all very complicated and there were some days, like today, that he wished he'd had the nerve to just be completely honest with her. It was a shame that he didn't have that chance now. She was back in some alternate universe and there was a small chance that he'd never get back to where he belonged.
"I'm not a part of the League yet," he pointed out. "It's in my future still. Or the future of another version of myself." He shrugged a little. "I'm not entirely sure yet." That said, he took the device from Terry and smiled a little. Then he handed it back to him. "I don't need it. Just call for me. I'm a good listener. I'll hear you." That said, he tilted his head and gave the plane a once over. "So are we flying?"