He had rolled his sleeve back down and reached into the fridge to get himself another glass of milk. There was a lingering taste of salt and it was annoying him.

He then looked around the kitchen, taking in the little changes. She was right that not a lot had changed, but a thing here or there. He stopped to look at some new photos on the wall and was about to take a sip of the milk when he heard her coming back.

"It looks like Clark is getting..." was about as much as he could get out of his mouth before he forgot what words were and the glass of milk nearly slipped out of his hand. It took him a moment, and he tried to recover.

"You um... that's new too..."