Perry is certainly understanding. I don't remember, do we know if he knows. And if we do, does he? Because if we don't know, I'd certainly say he knows.
As soon as I’m in the doorway, I can hear his heart beating. Over the past few days, I’ve learned that I can tune the hearing and listen for many things. However, Clark’s heartbeat is different. Like what happened the day I started the fire, when it’s his heartbeat, I just hear it. I don’t have to try, it just happens.
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
He’s sitting in the middle of the room. The shades are drawn and it’s dark. That really doesn’t make much difference to us with our ability to see in the dark, but there’s a feeling of darkness just the same.
Nice
I move over to him without saying a word. As I sit down next to him, I make sure to sit so closely that our hips are touching. He’s a very tactile person and right now he needs me in his personal space.
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
I cut him off. “No. You don’t understand. It was *my* fault!” Now I’m the one shedding tears.
Now it's coming. /worries/
After a minute or so, the burst of emotion has run its course and the tears are subsiding. I’m ready to talk but I don’t want to leave his embrace, so his shoulder will hear my confession. “Remember that city maintenance corruption piece we did last year?”
Wait. What now?
Interesting approach to her being an emergency super-hero. Wonder how that' going to work out.
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