[ John flashes him a smirk, cocky and arrogant and... defensive, shielded, like he didn't just admit he was frightened. He blows the smoke off to the side, because he's terrible, but he isn't actively rude, mostly. ]
... It, uh. It wasn't great. [ He glances down, then back up, shrugs. ]
I could tell you about it, but that seems mean. [ And he doesn't want to relive it, either. Doesn't want to think about a man he's used to seeing in strength and invincibility... like that, sweaty and pained and so, so sick. It was awful. It still is awful. John thinks he might see it again if he closes his eyes, so he doesn't. ]
I did my best. Don't, uh. [ John clears his throat. ] Try not to do that again, yeah?
[ Clark’s head turns slightly to the side as he catches something with his ears, and his gaze flicks back to John’s with something of an apology in it. ] ...but I’ve got to go.
[ There’s still the residual feel of pain in his muscles, in his bones—a ghost from a decidedly intense experience. But the world isn’t going to wait for him to be a hundred percent okay, and Clark knows he’d do anything for that world to begin with. ]
I’ll text you? [ He’s stepping back, feet starting to lift a few inches off the rooftop. ] I still want to know if you’d sleep with Wonder Woman or Aquaman. [ Because the angel’s surely out of the question, isn’t it? Isn’t it? ]
[ A frown pulls at his face, the corner of his mouth. What choice does he have? It's not like he can tell Clark not to go, not to do the thing that he's dedicated his long, long life to. So - he nods. ]
Yeah. Yeah, alright. Text me. [ He pauses, purses his lips in thought. ] And if you get your arse hurt again, you'll owe me a lot more than a coffee date. Be careful.
[ John reaches out to pat his arm. ] Wonder Woman. Go.
[ The laugh that Clark lets out is incredulous. ] Really? [ And he doesn't know why he's so surprised, why that makes him so amused.
He's rising backwards just so he can give John an amused tilt of the head and a stupid grin. ] So you'd marry the king of Atlantis, too!
[ And that's a fun enough answer for him to be smiling as his speed increases, moving from a gradual drift to a sudden quick rush. On the one hand, there ought to be a lot less construction disasters with the way safety codes have evolved over the years, but on the other, it's easy not to pay attention to the remnants of aches and pains in him, not when he finds himself still fairly amused at John Constantine's taste in marriage partners.
Clark makes a mental note to message him later. He'll just save the world a bit first. ]
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... It, uh. It wasn't great. [ He glances down, then back up, shrugs. ]
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John knows, though. And Clark trusts him. ]
But you fixed it. [ He smiles, nodding definitively. ] And I'll be okay and back for coffee before you know it.
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I did my best. Don't, uh. [ John clears his throat. ] Try not to do that again, yeah?
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[ Clark’s head turns slightly to the side as he catches something with his ears, and his gaze flicks back to John’s with something of an apology in it. ] ...but I’ve got to go.
[ There’s still the residual feel of pain in his muscles, in his bones—a ghost from a decidedly intense experience. But the world isn’t going to wait for him to be a hundred percent okay, and Clark knows he’d do anything for that world to begin with. ]
I’ll text you? [ He’s stepping back, feet starting to lift a few inches off the rooftop. ] I still want to know if you’d sleep with Wonder Woman or Aquaman. [ Because the angel’s surely out of the question, isn’t it? Isn’t it? ]
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Yeah. Yeah, alright. Text me. [ He pauses, purses his lips in thought. ] And if you get your arse hurt again, you'll owe me a lot more than a coffee date. Be careful.
[ John reaches out to pat his arm. ] Wonder Woman. Go.
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He's rising backwards just so he can give John an amused tilt of the head and a stupid grin. ] So you'd marry the king of Atlantis, too!
[ And that's a fun enough answer for him to be smiling as his speed increases, moving from a gradual drift to a sudden quick rush. On the one hand, there ought to be a lot less construction disasters with the way safety codes have evolved over the years, but on the other, it's easy not to pay attention to the remnants of aches and pains in him, not when he finds himself still fairly amused at John Constantine's taste in marriage partners.
Clark makes a mental note to message him later. He'll just save the world a bit first. ]