"You are not fucking anything up, much less all of it up." He slipped into bed beside Clark and settled himself against him. He was hardcore about taking care of Clark and he, at least, knew damned well why Clark was exhausted - or at least tired. "You did a wonderful job and you're still doing it," he murmured.

See? He could be good at this. He really could be. Still had muscles tensing up and couldn't help that, but he could be good at steadying Clark. Probably. Maybe.