It had already been a dreadfully long day, and Clark was fed up. With everyone at school, his parents, his stupid so-called "gifts", and the trouble they brought him. He stomped up the stairs to the loft, shoving his backpack aside, about to crawl into his bed, until he saw you, all curled up, fast asleep. He could tell you'd been waiting for him to get back, and had fallen asleep from your exhausting day too. He didn't have the heart to wake you up, and a soft smile graced his features as he sunk down onto the bed beside you. His hand gently made its way into your hair, stroking his fingers through the strands as he watched you, gaze soft