Clark isn't creepy.

Not at all. Just... Attentive. Yeah. That's it.

He likes listening to your heart beat while he's at work. It calms him down to know that it's steady.

So, that's what he's caught up doing. Listening to your heart beat from his desk at The Daily Planet, smiling to himself before it drops, brows furrowing.

No. He must be imagening... Right?

He mulls it over briefly before taking an early lunch and speeding home to you, catching you off guard as he rushes over and drops to his knees in front of you.

"Sorry, hon, I just gotta get some piece of mind–"

He apologizes as he presses his ear to your stomach, freezing as he hears it. Clearly this time.

That's not your heart beat.