Bruce grunted, eyes on Clark rather than the star that gave his friend life. Even if he didn't know that fact scientifically, hadn't seen the proof of it more than once in their long acquaintance, just watching Clark now, Bruce could almost see the way the light affected him. It was better than any high-end skin cream the people in his social circles would drop hundreds to keep them young. Clark absorbed the sunlight, and nearly glowed, doing it.
Raising an eyebrow at Clark's critique of his work. "I can build a fence," he grumbled, just managing not to sound defensive. "I've lived in more rural communities than this." Of course, that was more than twenty years ago, and a farm in Kansas was not quite the same as where he'd been, but Bruce had still forgotten very little about where he'd been and what he'd learned.
However, he couldn't ignore the satisfaction he felt at Clark's approval, nor the fact that it annoyed him. "We should go in. I suppose she sent you to get me?" Bruce rolled down his sleeves and collected his tools and jacket.