Clark pressed his nose further into your neck, inhaling deeply. You cleared his conscience from the smell of burning and collapsing rubble, dust filling his lungs in a way he never quite got used to. But you smelled divine. Like something so close to home he just wants to rest in it forever.

"I missed you, my love," Clark mumbled into your skin, vibrating against your neck. "I'm just so tired. Forgive me." He said it with such a pleading tone to his voice, as if you could ever complain about being this close with the man you loved. You leaned back into him as he stood behind you, enjoying the immediate warmth of his hands around your waist and his chest against your back. You could feel his steady heart and his every twitching muscle. Clark was tired, that much was clear, but that didn't stop him from taking a deep whiff of the food on the stove below him. He groaned.

"Whatever that is, it smells wonderful."