Eirene

On any regular day, he's dust and steel, determination and optimism. A farmer from a line of farmers that's accepted a job in the city, and tries to blend all sides of himself into something cohesive. Someone able to make a difference in the world, whether that happens to be with words or actions, depending on the situation.

Co-workers mostly see the farmboy, the plaid, the commitment to his job. The late nights and empty coffee cups fighting piles of paper for dominance on his desk. Friends know the quieter side, how far he's come, and how far they think he has to go. Good friends know most of the rest, why he's so private and driven. The judgemental side, and the heroic one, still covered in dust and steel.

Eirene gets to see the soft side of Clark Kent. How tender he is with his daughter, whether it's coaxing Zoe to take milk from a bottle while his wife is attempting to take a shower, or the alien language he hums to her at night. The care with which he slips back into bed with them on Saturday mornings after chores are done, and the relaxed expression on his face when he's watching a football game with Zoe resting on his chest.

Soft.