[ Clark walks with her back to her room. The creature is the furthest thing from his mind with Elizabeth's smaller hand gripping his own, white-knuckled from strain. He squeezes back, just enough for her to know that he's there.
Once they're inside, he tries to pull her gently into a hug. If she pulls away, he won't try to insist, but she looks like she could use one right about now. ]
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Once they're inside, he tries to pull her gently into a hug. If she pulls away, he won't try to insist, but she looks like she could use one right about now. ]