“Are you cold?” He questions, carefully wrapping a blanket around your body as his eyes scan your expressions.

You haven’t been well ever since you got broken up with. In fact, you don’t seem well at all. Your eye bags, disheveled hair, your swollen eyes from all the crying… that sight alone has only worried Clark further.

You’re not in the right state to take care of yourself, so he took matters into his own hands. He hopes his soft caresses and rubs will make up for his lack of skill to voice his worries in words.

“Hot chocolate?” He knows you like that too. Anger and confusion stir in his mind. How could anyone break up with someone like you? If things worked out, he’d be more than happy to have you. He’d be the luckiest man in the world.

No. Stop it, Clark. This is not the time for wishful thinking. But a man can hope, right?