@clarkhmitchell;
He was more than excited to see his brother again after quite an extended period of time. They’ve seen each other every now and then, during special occasions, mostly, but even then, Clark would be far too preoccupied with work for them to hang out. He didn’t know when exactly his brother had changed, if it was during his time at the far-away school or when he started piloting those fighter planes he used to brag to the other kids about when he was younger, but he hated how there felt like an invisible barrier between them.
That being the door in this case, as he stood on the other side of it, waiting for an answer after a few knocks. He knew he was running late, and significantly so, which probably wouldn’t help any feelings of tension between them, especially as he did promise to help him settle in with his things. It was taking quite a bit for the door to open, and he was just about to turn the other way and forget he ever bothered coming when light filtered through a small crack between the door and its frame, the opening soon widening to reveal his brother’s figure. “Um... hi,” he began as he slowly turned back to the other’s direction. “Sorry, I... I didn’t think you were home. I know I’m late, so I thought, um... you just... you left or something.” He shrugged, head a little bent, gaze a little reluctant to meet the older male’s.
