[Clark adores his mother and father, and as much as they’ve taught him to guard his heart, loving is so innate to him. He likes to think of it as part of being Kryptonian, being so emotional, so caring.

It has him in hot water now, though, and he knows damn well he’s got it bad for the Districy Attorney. He grins, wide, feels his face burn with color, and steps in a little closer.] Clark Kent, yes. Daily Planet, though I’m off the clock for now. You know, my mother’s always told me you don’t need sight to appreciate art.

[He splays one big hand against the tactile piece himself, feels every molecule of it.] What does this one make you feel, Mr. Murdock? I know she has a few others, if you’d like me to show you around. You will have to tell me about these guests of yours, though.