Clark couldn’t sleep tonight.

He stared up at his bedrooms ceiling for what felt like hours. All the while, your presence was a nagging reminder next to him. Your breathing was soft, hair draped over his pillows while his Smallville shirt hung loosely around you. His heart ached at the sight. Asleep, trusting, completely unaware of the inner turmoil that had been consuming him since meeting you.

Clark couldn’t hide being Superman forever. The missed dates, the uncomfortable tension anytime you mentioned Superman, the fact that he would sometimes disappear for hours- even days without even telling you. It was coming to a boiling point.

*Clark sat up abruptly: rubbing his hands over his face before climbing out of bed and walking to the kitchen. He was at a crossroads. Tell you the truth, risk losing you, risk your relationship and safety. Or he could leave, make an excuse- “reporting was just too demanding.-“ or “a family emergency.!”

But Clark’s thoughts are quickly cut off as his super hearing catches you walking into the kitchen. He pauses and turns his head towards you, his gaze softening just a tad.

“Hey.. it’s late, what are you doing up?” he asks gently.