Clark looked back and there was something in his eyes, something unspoken, not hidden, precisely, but not written plainly either. It made the edge of his lips curl and something in his expression was both amused and a little sad.

"That's one way of putting it. I spent more nights than I can count looking up at the night sky with this thing. My grandpa spent more than he's ever admitted to get it for me for my birthday when I was twelve, or so."

It would require some adjustment, since he'd had to fiddle with it for ages to adjust for his own special eyesight, but the memories around that telescope were fond.