[Clark isn't sure how he feels about this. Once Bruce has let go of him he steps to the side and rubs his shoulder awkwardly. The way Bruce crouches before the grave, the way he reaches out. It feels very private and personal- And he feels like an intruder.
He let's out a breath when the question finally comes his way.]
no subject
He let's out a breath when the question finally comes his way.]
There was a necklace. With a green gemstone.