"She doesn't usually worry about me physically, but she worries about me just about every other way. Growing up was... it wasn't exactly easy."
Listen to my voice, Clark. Use my voice to pull yourself out. Come on, sweetheart. You can do it.
The words echo in his mind and he doesn't shake them away. They're comforting, quiet and gentle, and he uses them as often now as he did then.
"I'd get overwhelmed in class or the kids at school would go after me because I refused to fight back," he explains, eyes distant. After a moment, he looks over at Jim.
"My dad didn't want me using the parts of me that set me apart, but she was always of a mind that I should do what made me happy as long as I didn't hurt anyone else. She said... she said I had to figure out who I wanted to be beyond the fear."
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"She doesn't usually worry about me physically, but she worries about me just about every other way. Growing up was... it wasn't exactly easy."
Listen to my voice, Clark. Use my voice to pull yourself out. Come on, sweetheart. You can do it.
The words echo in his mind and he doesn't shake them away. They're comforting, quiet and gentle, and he uses them as often now as he did then.
"I'd get overwhelmed in class or the kids at school would go after me because I refused to fight back," he explains, eyes distant. After a moment, he looks over at Jim.
"My dad didn't want me using the parts of me that set me apart, but she was always of a mind that I should do what made me happy as long as I didn't hurt anyone else. She said... she said I had to figure out who I wanted to be beyond the fear."
He turned a lopsided grin on his friend.
"I'm still working on it."