[ Clark doesn't seem to realise that the cleaning isn't even the worst bit, even though the pressure against torn skin and open wound keeps making him shiver. The cold makes him shiver too though, so really, Clark doesn't have a chance of winning here and not looking like an utter wimp.

He's grateful for the talking, though, if only so he can try to focus his mind on anything but the weirdness of the gauze's texture on his ruined skin. ] Home was... [ He takes a moment. ] Well, it was bright, for one thing. "The city of the future"! There were lots of folks and sights of all kinds to see, lots of-- lot of things to do, because everything was happening everywhere. [ Clark smiles, and though there's still some strain in his expression from the fear in being cleaned up, the light in his eyes is genuine. ] One of those places.

Of course it had its, its bad spots. [ He lets out a laugh and then an 'ow', because that laugh was a bit more barking than he intended. ] All big cities do. It's crowded and I'm terrible, just awful with crowds, and a lot of the time I'd get, erm, swept away with the currents of people, if you know what I mean.

[ Sometimes he'd end up on the completely opposite side of the road from the one he ought to be on, just because he was overwhelmed onto a crosswalk. ]

But it... gosh, the loneliness you feel there is different from the one here, when you're in the dark and all b-by yourself.