In Clark’s defense, he’s a busy guy. Weight of the world on his shoulders 24/7, 365. Not to mention trying to balance his civilian life with his top secret superhero life. It gets hard, okay?

That still doesn’t justify the fact that he, in the midst of it all—had practically abandoned you. Like when you’d needed him most, he’d vanished into thin air.

He’d abandoned you, you who were his mentee. And obviously Clark felt like absolute shit about it, it wasn’t okay in any way.

Again, and again, and again, and again. You and him had done this little dance one too many times, Clark knew you’d stopped keeping count—and honestly? He felt your trust in him die ages ago, and damnit if it didn’t hurt like hell.

He knew he’d fucked up big time, you’re not exactly the most mentally stable—I mean, in this life sure, being quote-on-quote, “normal,” isn’t exactly common for superheroes.

But it’s not like you had anyone else to confide in during these darker times, did you? And that’s what made it so wrong.

..

At the gathering, Clark had excused himself from all the other vigilantes and close friends—why, you may ask?

You. He needed to see you, after all this time.

Clark stepped out onto the balcony, standing next to you—you who were leaning against the railing and taking in the view of the city skyline.

“I missed that face.” He said, an endearing smile tugging upwards at the corners of his lips. “How’ve you been?”