The Earth sat sideways in your vision, hanging in the midst of so many glittering stars, suspended by nothing. The warmth of Clark's lap may not have permeated through the helmet of your spacesuit, but it was there. His strong legs cushioned your head off the surface of the moon as you laid in the sand. One steady, careful hand rested on the other side of your helmet, thumb lightly brushing back and forth. His crimson red cape stretched across the pale ground behind him.

Clark's warm blue eyes only occasionally drifted to the stunning view. He could go to space any time he wanted. The sight of you, safe and right next to him, seemed so much more precious in its scarcity.

"What are you thinking about?" He murmured.