Which he takes and stands up beside her, smiling, and then leads her to the small room just on the other side of living room that will, eventually, be a proper bedroom. For now, the only thing that signifies it as such is the bed itself, the same small one he had back at the farm.

A small, curtained window lets in a modicum of light, which Clark thinks is probably enough. He turns to her and runs his hands up and down her arms lightly, half nerves and half out of the idea that she might be cold. "Do you really want to do this?" Because it has to be asked.