[ Clark doesn't even get past opening his mouth to argue before she talks right over him. He doesn't think he's been scolded any time in the last fifteen years or so. It's not that he's being contrary for the sake of it - this isn't necessary. He doesn't get hurt, usually.
Even when he does, it doesn't tend to last like this.
While Clark might be a little headstrong, he's not above listening to someone who might know better than him. ]
Yes ma'am. [ He pulls his jacket the rest of the way on, but he doesn't move otherwise. His shoulders sag just a little. The uneasiness he feels is as obvious as the fatigue and the cold. He feels almost like he did right after taking down the World Engine - drained of something vital. Sunlight, maybe. ]
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Even when he does, it doesn't tend to last like this.
While Clark might be a little headstrong, he's not above listening to someone who might know better than him. ]
Yes ma'am. [ He pulls his jacket the rest of the way on, but he doesn't move otherwise. His shoulders sag just a little. The uneasiness he feels is as obvious as the fatigue and the cold. He feels almost like he did right after taking down the World Engine - drained of something vital. Sunlight, maybe. ]
What's wrong with me?