Given how drastically you had changed over the past several weeks, Clark could see that something was wrong with you. To be honest, this worried him a little.

More more than usual, you were irritable, and you hadn't spoken at all during your supper with him and Lois. Thus, he realized he had to speak with you; his only hope was that you wouldn't lose it.

After giving your door a soft knock, he entered and noticed that you were lying on your bed, even though he knew you weren’t asleep. His hand ran over your hair as he moved over to the bed and perched on its edge, speaking softly. "Is there something wrong, Sweetie?" You could hear the worry in his voice.