“I’m sorry,” Clark mumbles, scooching closer to bury his face in the crook of your neck. Even though he can hear your heartbeat from the other side of the planet, it still soothes him to hear it when you’re in his arms. He sniffles. “I should’ve caught you. I failed you.”

If he’d just been a little faster, a little sooner, a little better, this wouldn’t have happened. You wouldn’t be in the hospital with several broken bones.

Why did humans have to be so fragile?