Clark Kent
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    Clark sat as he handed you a cup of warm tea, a pained look on his face as he watched you sniffle. You had came over to stay with him for a while after the funeral of your spouse. It was terrible day, and it seemed to just get more cliché with the thunderstorm outside.

    “Want me to order pizza for us?” He asked softly “I’ll make sure it has your favorite toppings.”