Kira spends more time wrangling his anxiety off a ramp, which just aims it down the slope of numbing depression. Aurora licks a face gone blank in Clark's absence, and Kira has to make himself get up, stow the moonshine, give her a braid of plant husks to chew on under the dining room table.
He looks down at his watch, where the other signals have gone dark, and messages are trickling in before the flood.
It's all coming to a head now, isn't it? All out in the open with proof. People are going to want to talk about it and he's going to want to scream, for every second of everyone catching the fuck up.
Not Clark's fault: he centers on that. Centers on the bare bones hospitality of early harvest fare and native tubers searing in a pan, by the time Clark returns. "Sit," he offers, spatula pointed at the table with Aurora underneath. "Think about what you want to know, ask a million questions. I can multitask."
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He looks down at his watch, where the other signals have gone dark, and messages are trickling in before the flood.
It's all coming to a head now, isn't it? All out in the open with proof. People are going to want to talk about it and he's going to want to scream, for every second of everyone catching the fuck up.
Not Clark's fault: he centers on that. Centers on the bare bones hospitality of early harvest fare and native tubers searing in a pan, by the time Clark returns. "Sit," he offers, spatula pointed at the table with Aurora underneath. "Think about what you want to know, ask a million questions. I can multitask."