"You. Hope. A number of others. Any other world, I'd have to choose between all of the people I care about; here, they're all in one place. As is the library, where I have access to all of the Kryptonian crystals, including the ones my father destroyed."
He isn't really apologetic. He told Jean. Jean's a nice sanity check when it comes to the shit show that his world is even if hers isn't quite as bad. That she's concerned but kind of approving means he's probably not too far off.
"I'm pretty sure I'm actually sane, but I recognize that the delivery isn't." He sounds, and is, apologetic because Clark's so clearly... disturbed and bothered and upset. "I'm sorry, and you're ... probably right." Not going to shut down escape.
He isn't really disturbed, but he is very bothered and exceptionally upset. But he isn't upset at Scott. He's upset at himself.
He should have realized before now.
"At the moment, it looks a little silly," he admits with a wry half-smile. "But I see the utility. And considering I put you in that state, I don't really have a right to an apology."
He refills the glass with water before heading for the door.
"I'll be checking to make sure you aren't making a total mess of it."
He groans and pushes himself up to sitting and then standing. "First off all, I am making a total mess of something. Second, the state of my back is my doing - both by request. That wasn't a thing you did without being all but begged. Third - Please dont' walk out of here upset. Talk to me, Clark."
Clark closes his eyes, breathes in deep enough that he actually flutters the bedsheets a little, and breathes out much more slowly before looking over at Scott.
"You haven't done anything wrong, Scott. Nothing." He tips his chin towards Scott. "Other than, perhaps, getting out of bed."
He closes the door.
"If you need me to be more boring at you to help you drift off, we can keep talking. It just looked as if I might be making you less likely to sleep."
Clark stands outside the door, having left it just the tiniest bit open to listen... until Scott is out. Then the door is closed and he heads back to his room.
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"Why?" The being here. The fact that Clark can do both is pretty obvious.
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"And why are you here?"
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You'll have to excuse him, because this is the first time he's heard anything about the possibility of Erskine as-
Aha.
Aha.
Well then.
"I see."
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He isn't really apologetic. He told Jean. Jean's a nice sanity check when it comes to the shit show that his world is even if hers isn't quite as bad. That she's concerned but kind of approving means he's probably not too far off.
But.
"Aren't you glad you asked?"
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Then, like he's just heard a dinner bell or remembered that he left the oven on-
"You should rest and I should probably go."
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He should have realized before now.
"At the moment, it looks a little silly," he admits with a wry half-smile. "But I see the utility. And considering I put you in that state, I don't really have a right to an apology."
He refills the glass with water before heading for the door.
"I'll be checking to make sure you aren't making a total mess of it."
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"You haven't done anything wrong, Scott. Nothing." He tips his chin towards Scott. "Other than, perhaps, getting out of bed."
He closes the door.
"If you need me to be more boring at you to help you drift off, we can keep talking. It just looked as if I might be making you less likely to sleep."
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For now, he lays back down on his stomach and actually does go to sleep. It's been a shitty day, he's somewhat shocky and he can't help it.
But there WILL be follow through.
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