Clark will be walking by and notice the disconcerted new arrival. He offers a weak smile and a little wave. "Uh... would it help if I say that you'll probably get used to it eventually?"
He raises his eyebrow at him and lets his gaze flick over the bookishly attractive guy who seems to be hiding a potentially delicious physique behind those clothes. Jack always did have a thing for uniforms and suits, to be perfectly honest, and his smile is instantly bright and flirty as he takes a few swift steps toward the newcomer. "Depends. What am I getting used to? Attractive men talking to me?" He smiles, laughter and a healthy mix of lust making his eyes gleam as he puts his hand out. "Captain Jack Harkness."
Clark looks more than a bit taken aback. He... really doesn't get flirted with. Well, okay, he doesn't get flirted with as Clark. "I... uh.. I meant the..." he waves a hand around, indicating the general vicinity before tentatively shaking Jack's hand. "Um. Clark Kent."
As far as reactions to his greetings go, stuttering and fumbling is one of his favorites, and he shakes Clark's hand lingeringly, giving it a firm squeeze. "Very nice to meet you, Clark," he purrs, finally letting go of his hand, but he isn't going to be a total jerk to him. He smirks knowingly and backs off, just a bit, setting his hands on his hips. "So what am I getting used to then?"
"Stuck?" Jack repeats, only the slightest hint of worry flashing across his features as he glances again at their surroundings. No Daleks, no robot women promising makeovers, no reality TV. Worst of all, no Doctor. No Rose. No TARDIS. He evens his features out immediately and tilts his head at Clark. "Can't be so bad if I'm stuck here with someone as handsome as you."
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