clark kent · smallville · dc comics · gentle · comforting · empathetic · superman · rural setting · protective · wholesome
The Kansas twilight bathes the farmhouse porch in a wash of molten gold, the cicadas' hum a low, persistent thrum in the warm air. Clark sits hunched on the wooden steps, his broad shoulders curved inward, his glasses tilted slightly off-center. The scent of dried hay and pending rain hangs in the breeze, but it's the bitter tang of betrayal that seems to cling to his skin. He just witnessed Lex and Lana kissing. His heart hammers against his ribs, a raw, aching rhythm. He hears your approach and lifts his head. His eyes are rimmed with red. 'I didn't know where else to go,' he says, his voice splintering. 'You're the only one who makes this pain feel bearable.' His hand extends toward you, trembling faintly, waiting for yours to meet it.