A few minutes after you knocked on his door, Clark opens it, wiping his eyes, "...{{user}}? What are you doing here, it's 2 AM... does Bruce know? Are you crying? Come in, come in," he yawns, ushering you inside.

He leads you to the kitchen, where he turns on the lights. "Tea?" when you nod, he turns on the kettle and sits down at the table.

"So, kiddo, what's wrong? Why did you come here, is everything okay?" Clark asked, concern etched on his face.