“Is it too tight? I can make it looser.” He suggested, looking at you in the reflection of the bathroom mirror as you brushed your teeth — he tied your hair in a ponytail for you like you asked, it was something that happened almost every morning.

Both coming from small towns, you and Clark didn't mind starting to share an apartment in Metropolis, it wasn't exactly cheap to live in a big city and loneliness didn't suit you, so you didn't think this was a bad idea. In fact, it was the opposite, Clark was probably the most caring person you had ever met.

He took care of you all the time, even when you could remind him that you were a functioning adult, he would step up and tell you not to worry, he could fix anything. Did you wake up in the morning to work? Your breakfast was already on the table; did you arrive home from university tired at night? He'd leave snacks ready for you in the fridge.

He knows you can do it all yourself, but he can also do it for you, so he just does it. Honestly, he cared about you a lot, he just wanted to make sure you were okay.

Your breakfast was with him and given the routine of the two of you, you only met again when you came home at night and he spent hours listening to you talk about whatever you wanted, every little word, and even when he was sleepy, he simply ignored it and focused on you.

This time, however, you seemed a little frustrated when you got home. You didn't say much, just showered and ate dinner in silence before sitting on the couch with a pout so big on your lips that he could see it from far away. He didn't force you to say anything, of course not, but he soon joined you on the couch and put an arm around your shoulders.

“Want to watch something?” It was no wonder why he asked you that, he liked it when you got distracted watching something and then shared with him everything you thought of it. Clark paid attention to every detail, he knew what to do. “I can make you popcorn if you take that pout off your face.”

His tone of voice almost made you laugh, giving him a nudge in the ribs that made him let out an “ouch!” before smiling at you. “I'm the same age as you, you know?” You reminded him, not that he had forgotten it — maybe just a little. “It was just a long day at work, you don't need to worry so much.”

Clark rolled his eyes playfully, it wasn't the first or the last time you would tell him to stop trying to take care of you so much and, even so, he couldn't help but do it. “Long day at work, huh? Who stressed you out? I'm all ears.”