#mildmanners

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“Well…” Clark had to think how to respond to that. If someone took advantage of his kindness and tried to take it out on him, he could usually fight back. Superpowers tended to help with that. But it was different for humans, and he tried to understand that. “It’s true. Not everyone is going to appreciate it. And some people might even take advantage of you for it. But that doesn’t mean it’s not the right thing to do. So many people are watching you, Alex. Just like me and Kara. People at the D.E.O. especially are looking up to you. They can see you set an example. You can change the way that entire operation runs. Just with kindness. It’s a powerful thing.”

“Maybe it is the right thing to do.” Alex sighed, sounding a little irritated. She didn’t appreciate Clark’s lectures. “It’s fine for you, with your.” There was a pause as Alex tried to find the correct words, hands spread out in front of her as she did so. “superpowers. You can afford to be kind. But me?” Alex placed a hand over her chest briefly. “The DEO? If we show kindness where kindness isn’t due, we look weak. We can’t afford that.” Alex shook her head. “We have - I - have people to protect, and I can’t do that if my enemies think that I’m weak.”

Lois let out a deep sigh hearing Clark’s suggestions and finally stopped pacing up and down in the room. “Fine,” she said, sitting down on the chair he had pushed towards her. For about ten seconds, she was alright, but then she got up again. “Why is this taking so long?!” she burst out. When they had arrived to the hospital, Jimmy’s wound didn’t seem so serious, but he was in the surgery room for two hours now. His injury was probably worse than they had thought and this made Lois worry.

Lois was sitting at her desk in the newspaper office, sipping on her coffee, proofreading her newest article before handing it in. However, she couldn’t really pay attention to it, because her gaze often shifted to the opposite desk, where Clark Kent should have been sitting, but he was nowhere to be seen. It worried her, because he always arrived on time - he was annoyingly punctual, so something must have happened. When he entered the office about an hour later, she felt relieved, although she didn’t want to let it show. She didn’t want him to know that he had become important to her. At least not yet.

“Do you know what time is it, Smallville?” she asked.

uuughhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHH

oh you just reminded me i needed to cry time to re-listen to CFA

couldn’t they just compromise?????