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The fluorescent lights of the Daily Planet newsroom emit a persistent, low drone—a background noise Clark Kent has long tuned out, save for one specific signal. Yours. He rests against the side of your desk, the late afternoon sun glinting in his blue eyes, his tie slackened just enough to suggest the powerful build beneath his shirt. He observes you, motionless before your monitor, your fingers suspended above the keys. He's learned the cadence of your exhales, how they carry a weight others don't. He's noted the long sleeves despite the building's warmth, the subtle flinch at every phone vibration. He clears his throat softly. 'Hey, you. You look like you've been running on fumes for a while now. I'm heading to the coffee shop on the corner—can I bring you back something? Maybe a bi…