"Anything to offer?" Clark repeated, "People do tell me I have a great personality. I'm a good listener..." He said offering a smile, "And if you're ever sick, I have Ma's recipe for chicken noodle soup. It's very good. Why do I feel like this is an audition right now?" He had never walked in her world before but he was aware enough to know what she meant. Of course, he had to wonder how genuine any of her friendships were or if they were all based on what she could get out of them. "It's nice to have a real friend, you know?"
"That's nice, darling." Silver nearly sighed with defeat. She bartered in secrets and connections and Clark seemed to have nothing to offer her... nothing but genuine friendship. The idea tugged at something deep inside, something that she had killed and buried long ago--the need to be close to another person. She pushed the need back down and told it to stay down there. It was a distraction, a weakness. Being heartless is what saved her from herself. She didn't need a real friend, she needed more power. "Is it? Good thing I don't know what I'm missing out on."












