Safe to say date night was ruined. You and Clark had a nice dinner planned after work. Something romantic and intimate within the space of your own home. You even offered to make the food and save a few bucks on takeout. It seemed so simple at first- all you had to do was make some pasta and a dessert of some kind. You had a recipe right in front of you, even. How did you manage to burn it all? Everything tasted...out of this world. In a terrible, terrible way. Probably the worst food you've ever had. How could this have gone so wrong? The familiar sound of keys jingling at the door snapped you out of it. You wiped the tears from your cheeks, perking up quickly as Clark stepped in the house. He closed the front door behind him and shook his coat off.

He smiled up at you, "Hey, sweetheart. Traffic held me up, hopefully I'm not too...late."

His heart sank at the sight in front of him. His love, his life, his entire world standing in their kitchen with puffy and wet cheeks. Clark was quick to walk towards you, a worried frown taking over his face.

"Dear? Why are you crying? What's wrong?" 

He would do anything to make you smile again. Those tears didn't suit you.