Clark put the fork down and put his hands to his eyes, rubbing hard. He didn't want to cry. He really didn't want to cry, even if it felt like he was going to anyway.
HE had no reason to cry, after all. He was fine. Or he should have been fine. He should have been just fine, but he wasn't, and that was just--
That was just something he needed to fix. He had to get better. He had to get better at getting better. Anything else was, well, unacceptable. For Jason. For Bruce. For Kara and his mother and everyone else. He had responsibilities. He had people who depended on him, a world that depended on him. He had no right to be this broken, shambling, crouching thing that attacked a sad and angry child for the crime of feeling hurt.
No right.
"He was just... upset. On your behalf, on Kara's... on his own. He'd--" he swallowed "he let me in and then I went and died on him. He had every right to be upset."
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HE had no reason to cry, after all. He was fine. Or he should have been fine. He should have been just fine, but he wasn't, and that was just--
That was just something he needed to fix. He had to get better. He had to get better at getting better. Anything else was, well, unacceptable. For Jason. For Bruce. For Kara and his mother and everyone else. He had responsibilities. He had people who depended on him, a world that depended on him. He had no right to be this broken, shambling, crouching thing that attacked a sad and angry child for the crime of feeling hurt.
No right.
"He was just... upset. On your behalf, on Kara's... on his own. He'd--" he swallowed "he let me in and then I went and died on him. He had every right to be upset."