Periods of hardship were nothing you were not used to. Upsetting news or rainy days, hurt feelings or drooping flowers. You had experienced it all. But never with Clark.

With the blue eyed man, things were different. You were sure not to mistake the comfort as nothing bad ever happening though. Rainy days still poured and dead petals still drooped, but things were easier with someone who loved you like Clark did.

A year of friendship had turned into a freshly developed relationship between the two of you. You weren’t sure why he even paid his rent anymore with how much he was always spending at your flat. But you preferred it that way.

For the last few weeks you had been working hard on your writing endeavers, all your time and energy spent on bringing your thoughts to paper–formed into concise and sorted chapters. Your body was paying the price. Your muscles ached, yet felt numb in the very same breath, a shaky feeling that rattled in your chest.

For the first time since dating Clark, you had been forced to return to your wheelchair for a temporarily permanent stay. Meaning–for the time being–your wheels were your only solution to get from point A to point B.

You sunk into your wheelchair with the dimpled man’s help, allowing his strong arms to gently situate you comfortably in the seat. His linen-white button up hugged at his biceps clothing him like a suitable savior to your needs.

The plush padded seat absorbed you into the wheeled seat, hugging you into the various blankets and quilts Clark had draped over it. He watched you and you avoidant frown, the way your eyes wouldn’t meet his. His hands gripped the arm rests of the chair, leaning forward and craning his head down to look at you.

“We can get chinese later.” He grinned down at you, kissing your forehead with soft warm lips. He watched as you continued to avoid eye contact. “Or now if you want.” He offered, tilting his head to the side.

You had never wanted to feel this way, like a burdon on him. He had work to do–journalism. Saving the goddamn world, for Christ’s sake. And you were sucking up all his time.

That’s not how he saw it of course.

Clark had a noteworthy gentleness and care that you weren’t necessarily used to. An authenticity that challenged sidelong, subconscious scrutiny that you had expected.