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I’D HATE TO TELL YOU JUST HOW EASY WORRYING COMES TO ME

THIS IS NOT A GAME WE AREN’T HERE TO PLAY WAR

( ✱ ) “And that is why I hate this whole debacle.”

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     Jolting a little at the question, Querl turned to face Superman.Him? Jealous? Well, maybe a little. Not that he’d admit it.He looked up into Superman, no- Clark’s eyes. They were full of suspicion, and on some level- knowing. The young Coluan had a tendency to be short in response and mood, and a bit cold, when he felt jealous or wronged. That, he could not deny.

     Quirking a brow quizzically and narrowing his gaze, Clark waited for Querl to respond. At this point he was more in it to see how Querl would respond than the response, itself.The way he’d reacted to the question and froze like a deer in the headlights at possibly being caught red-handed wasn’t entirely what Clark was expecting of his comrade.

     It was almost endearing to see Querl get so flustered; the flush lightly tinting his face a darker shade of green while his eyes still seemed to be widened in shock. He clearly hadn’t expected to be called out on this. He either hadn’t realized he was being jealous or didn’t realize he was being obvious about it. Querl’s gaze shifted off to the side quickly when he couldn’t handle meeting Clark’s eyes any longer.He was embarrassed at himself, and couldn’t allow himself to get lost on those deep blue eyes.

      The girl that incited today’s jealousy mood swing was simply a fan and only wanted to say hello to her hero, yet Querl couldn’t help it that his wires crossed every time someone besides him got any sort of special attention from the Kryptonian. He was a bit rude to her and, and at first it just came off as him having a bad day, as he has many of those. But the jealous comments he made under his breath once the girl was out of earshot didn’t go without Clark’s noticing.

     The air was heavy with awkward silence and the only thing that broke the silence was the sound of Querl’s awkward shifting as he shifted his weight and folded his arms across his chest, still trying to avoid eye contact; flushing more and turning away further when Clark would try to lean over to see his face.

      “I’m not jealous.” He answered, simply. The young Coluan even surprised himself with how even he managed to keep his tone. “We just have a strict schedule to adhere to and we can’t afford t-”

      Querl froze up again and he’d lost his words as he felt a warm hand gently grip his shoulder. When he twisted around to see what Clark was up to, he realized the 21st century superhero had lessened the gap between them and was leaning in towards him. In that moment he could have sworn he ceased all functions except the electric reactions lighting up his face and ears and leaving the rest of him feeling cold ad devoid of all the heat that had decided to travel upwards for the sake of the flush on his cheeks. Clark placed a gentle kiss on his forehead and Querl could feel electricity pulsating intensely through his wiring like a heavy pulse brought on by a racing heart. He tried to breath but his breath hitched, and he regretted it slightly. Clark always smelled so nice and he was so close, now. His synthetic skin seemed to burn pleasantly where Clark’s lips were pressed warmly to his forehead and hand rested gently on his shoulder. It wasn’t a particularly romantic gesture, but Querl almost swooned, nonetheless. Thank goodness he didn’t, because it usually took him a while to boot back up.

     Clark pulled away and smiled down at a now stunned-silent and breathless Querl. Clark could feel the heat coming off his little Coluan from all the flush, and found himself briefly wondering where people ever got the idea that robots were cold. His hand migrated from Querl’s shoulder to cup his cheek and stroke it, tenderly, with his thumb. Now Querl couldn’t take his gaze off Clark and he found himself getting lost in the Kryptonian’s eyes, like he’d been trying not to do.

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✁ - - 『H-Hah…! You’re not wrong…people that should’ve been dead…p..people like that have been walking on these streets…! J-Just what kind of place is this…?!』 - -

Fukawa’s previous run ins with her supposedly dead classmates had put her in a confused and shocked state. How were they alive? She supposed that was a silly question, since the fact that she had been pulled into a different universe was, on it’s own, a little hard to believe. But bringing back the dead…Perhaps that was just a little too much.