Clark smirked a little, stepping in closer to where Dick was seated. He dropped down onto the ledge beside him, long legs swinging over the edge of the roof as he calmly looked out at the sky stretched before them both. "Don't worry. That'll stay between you and me." He clamped a strong hand on Dick's shoulder briefly, amusement showing with the gesture. He didn't personally know Dick all that well yet, but there was something about him that he liked. Admittedly, the unknown bond between Dick and his other self (the version from the future who wore underwear over his tights and called himself Superman) was a little more than intimidating, but Clark was beginning to get used to (sort of) people telling him about the life that he had yet to live. Between Dick, Babs, Bart, Tim, and just about everyone else who either knew him personally or about him fictionally, it was something that Clark had thrown at him often. He was starting to take it in a bit more stride now, even though there were a few things here and there that threw him off guard every now and again. Meeting a new friend, as always, was one of them. He wasn't exactly disappointed by it though. Dick seemed decent, if not just a little overeager.
"It's hard to pick and choose for me," Clark admitted, eyes fixed on the drooping sun. It was painting an interesting mesh of colors across the sky, slowly lighting up each and every corner of the city as it rose upward. Clark glanced over at Dick briefly, noting his appearance, before speaking again. "Sunrise always meant the start of a new day. Chores at the farm, school back in Smallville..." Clark smiled gently. "But the sunset. That's always been something else. The end of the day - but the beginning of the stars." It was no secret that Clark Kent had enjoyed sitting out in his loft and gazing up at the sky through his old, raggedy telescope. He'd sit up there for hours - and it wasn't just because he had taken a keen interest in peering out across the fields at Lana Lang either. That felt like years ago. More years than Clark had even lived.
"Are you going somewhere?" Clark asked, finally setting his attention on Dick again. His clothes weren't exactly early morning material. They looked slightly rumpled, like he'd either forgotten to iron them or had been wearing them the day before.