"Sit down for me, Kent." 🥰
The hand that steadied him felt like a touch a million miles away. Swimming concern more presently occupied his senses; the fact that everyone made it out okay had been the biggest blessing. The dust could settle, the fears subside. Whatever mayhem transpired, it was neither something new nor something that would linger for long to those in Gotham City.
He'd recalled Perry warning him to be careful. They might steal his lunch money, after all --- or something to that affect.
It shouldn't have taken him this long to adjust. In all honesty, he shouldn't have had to counterbalance himself to begin with. Something had to give, and Bruce Wayne noticed. Of course he did. As if he'd ever had any doubt that the man wouldn't hold the keenest eye upon him; reading him clearly like code.
"I'm alright," the instinct to say that always kicked in. Swaying on his feet because his vision couldn't focus didn't exactly constitute for 'alright'. Luckily his...friend...saw through that.
"You should get that checked out, you know..." a nod of his head would have to suffice, as he'd gestured toward the slight gash on Bruce's forehead. Clark could manage but one eye open as he'd looked him over carefully. The other glued shut just to ease whatever shrill pain rattled inside his own head.
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