Thank-you sentences for Lela; “Kon and Jon and brother issues”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))
Clark says something else to Jon in a tone that Kon needs to just pretend he doesn’t hear, and Kon just keeps feeling like the stupidest fucking person alive. Just–Clark is gonna make sure the kids are okay, and then Clark is gonna turn around and look at him and ask him what the fuck he was even doing here, and he’s gonna have to explain, and–and then Clark’s gonna think he’s just as creepy as Jon already does, which is just–
Fuck, he hates how much he fucks up all the time. He didn’t mean–he didn’t mean to–just, why can’t he just stop fucking up? He feels sick and nauseous and stupid and like he’s shoved his stupid bullheaded ass into someone else’s business again; like he’s just the stupidest fucking fuckup, just the same as always.
So yeah, Clark is gonna ask him what the fuck he was even doing here, and Kon’s gonna have to fucking explain what the fuck he was even doing here, and he–and he doesn’t know what the fuck he’s gonna even say that isn’t gonna make him sound like an absolute fucking freak–
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Kon’s not actually sure, later, why Clark not asking had felt even worse than the idea of having to explain had. Not worse than Jon officially thinking he’s a creepy fucking asshole does, definitely, but pretty fucking close.
He didn’t know what to do about it then and doesn't know what to do about it now, but the only actual option is the same option he always seems to get stuck with these days: nothing, because it’s not his fucking business. Because it’s not his fucking place.
He’s just . . . borrowing it for a while, is all.
Same as always.
