Clark gave the other man a slow nod as he took a seat at the small table. He studied him carefully, watching him gather the food and offered him a weak smile as he gathered the supplies. "Well, it's still very kind of you to do all this," he paused, "kind of everyone, really." He reached for the cup and took a small sip -- welcoming the burn as it passed down his throat. Let the healing begin.
Setting the juice down, he also took the soup and then held out his free hand to Scott. "Lucky you, Scott," he said with a genuine smile. "I'm Kal."