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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"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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