"Don't you dare cry on me, Clark Kent. Don't you dare." Because she's crying too now, stroking a hand down his hair and wincing against the onslaught of emotions that he's letting loose.
And that's how she figures out exactly how sorry he is in a way that words can't express.
"Oh, my heart. I'm not going to leave you. You're stuck me with me."
She might brush her lips across his forehead, then his nose, and eventually his mouth.
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Date: 2008-07-16 04:36 am (UTC)And that's how she figures out exactly how sorry he is in a way that words can't express.
"Oh, my heart. I'm not going to leave you. You're stuck me with me."
She might brush her lips across his forehead, then his nose, and eventually his mouth.