There was no getting around it, Clark got you hot.

And it wasn't even the things you would really expect that got you there! Yes, fine, he was attractive (some would say wildly) and had a farmboy build that made you crazy, not to mention the Superman of it all.

No, what really got you was how responsible he was.

A simple fact that was being demonstrated in full force this morning.

Usually, the two of you ended up at yours, something about being 'closer' (though he always said that, no matter where you were in the city). But last night, he'd finally brought you up to his apartment.

Was he embarrassed by the terrible backsplash/cabinet color combination he had going on in his kitchen? That was your only working theory, since you didn't really see much else of his place once you were through the door.

But now you were awake, setting down the note Clark had left on the nightstand next to you.

Gone to get us breakfast <3

Yeah, he was cute. As you walked down his hallway and out into his living room, you realized how hot he was, though.

Sitting on his coffee table, enveloped and postmarked, were checks. Upon further inspection, each were for a different bill, each marked with his perfectly uniform signature.

You knew his phone bill wasn't due until the 20th. Still, it sat in the stack with the others, ready to be sent out before the 1st.

Trying your absolute hardest to let that affect you a normal amount, you moved on to his kitchen, hoping to make yourself useful somehow. But the sink and drying rack sat empty, dishes already put away neatly in his cupboards.

Jesus.

Turning again, your eyes landed on the real kicker. A bulletin board, conveniently situated where you hadn't been able to see it last night.

Notes littered the cork, yellow, blue, and white.

'final deadline in two weeks !!'

'CALL MA'

'send half of each paycheck to ma & pa'

It's like he wanted to come back to a puddle on the floor.

And it couldn't just stop there. No. Beside those notes was a small calendar, and smaller, ripped pieces of paper, like he needed to jot things down in a rush.

Your favorite flowers. A restaurant you'd mentioned one day in passing. Your favorite color. How you liked the thermostat set.

And a calendar marked in possible dates. Some scribbled out, others with 'working late?' marked under them.

Clark had never asked you anything twice. This must be why. It would be absolutely insane if it wasn't so him.

Speaking of, you snapped out of it when the lock on his front door clicked open, announcing his return.

"So I was going to make you something, but I forgot I ran out of eggs yesterday. This place is really great though, and they have the bagels you said you really like, so I picked a few of those up too. And I got you a coffee, but we could make tea instead if you... want."

The rambling dwindled when he saw you in front of the corkboard, a sheepish smile on his face as he set the bags and drink holder down, his glasses slipping a little. "Gosh, I should've taken that down, huh?"