Keep Holding On ~ Chapter Two!!!
Story: Keep Holding On (Sequel to I've Got You Under My Skin)
Pairing/Characters: Collie
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: don’t own anything even though I wish I could and thank you Avril Lavigne for the title to my story from your fantastic song of the same name.
Warning: slash
Spoilers: If you haven’t read my story, I’ve Got You Under My Skin … You’re gonna be really confused.
Summary: Set a few months after the conclusion of I’ve Got You Under My Skin. Clark has moved to Star City to begin his new life with Oliver, but the transition is not always easy. Clark finds that despite new friends, a new life and the man he loves by his side, the ghosts of the past have a way of finding him.
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“Keep holding on … 'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through … Just stay strong … 'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you …”
“And then he told me that if I did not complete my training … there were going to be outcomes that I would not be able to prevent,” Clark revealed, having already told Oliver of the fact that it was likely Lex knew his secret.
“What kind of outcomes?” Oliver asked and the brunette sighed reaching forward to caress his boyfriend’s cheek.
“Your death,” Clark replied softly. Oliver regarded him for a moment before realizing that Clark was serious. Unsure of how to respond, Oliver stayed quiet, waiting.
“So what are you going to do?” he finally responded, his voice quivering with uncertainty. Clark frowned and stood, moving away from the blonde sadly.
“I have to go,” Clark answered.
“What?” Ollie asked and the brunette turned, making his way over to kneel at the blonde’s feet.
“This is something I’ve put off for too long Oliver, and now that I have you in my life … I will not risk anything coming between that,” Clark told him, tears forming in his eyes. Reaching out, Oliver cupped Clark’s face in his hands, leaning forward to kiss his lips tenderly. Resting his forehead against the brunette’s, Ollie sighed.
“When?” he asked.
“Saturday,” Clark responded and Oliver looked at him sharply.
“That soon?”
“I’ll be back on Monday,” Clark offered and Ollie’s confusion grew.
“Your training only lasts three days?”
“No … that’s the ultimatum I gave Jor-El. I told him that I had a life here now, and a man I loved and I wasn’t going to sacrifice my time with him … and he reluctantly agreed,” Clark said with a small grin. Oliver smiled shaking his head as he kissed Clark once more.
“I guess I can’t argue with that then,” he replied and Clark smiled.
“Nope … you can’t.”
“Jesus, Ollie,” Clark breathed, his hands running through the silky locks of his boyfriend’s hair as the deliciously hot mouth of said boyfriend enveloped his cock completely.
They had made love twice already and just when Clark thought he would fall into the vestiges of sleep, his lover’s lips were upon him. Looking up at the brunette Oliver smiled, stroking Clark’s prominent erection with one hand.
“Do you want me to stop, handsome?” he asked softly with a teasing edge to his voice.
“God no,” Clark murmured and Oliver smiled returning his mouth to his lover once more. Building him up quickly, Ollie moaned as the brunette tipped over into another orgasm. A low groan erupted from Clark as the powerful tremors came and went but not before he felt soft lips kiss against his hipbone, his legs nudged further apart and suddenly Oliver had thrust deep inside him, bracing his weight on the bed to look down at him.
Clark reached up with a moan, cupping Oliver’s face. The blonde smiled leaning down to capture Clark’s lips as his body began to thrust eagerly against the brunette.
“What’s gotten into you tonight?” Clark asked breathlessly. Ollie grinned slightly, his shoulders rising in a small shrug.
“Are you complaining?” the blonde teased and Clark shook his head adamantly.
“Hell no,” he replied and Oliver smiled once more, leaning down again to capture Clark’s lips. So keyed up from their earlier love making, it wasn’t long before Oliver exploded once more into orgasm, a groan escaping his mouth as he thrust again and again against his lover till the last of the tremors had ceased. Collapsing onto Clark’s chest, Oliver groaned.
“Not that I’m complaining, gorgeous, but is there a reason for the sexual marathon you’ve got going?” Clark asked. Lifting his head, Ollie smiled, a hand lifting to touch the brunette’s cheek.
“Three days without you … that’s why,” he said softly, a slow grin quirking at his lips and Clark chuckled leaning up to capture the blonde’s mouth.
“I’ll be back, love … I promise you,” Clark told him and Oliver nodded.
“I know, handsome … I know.”
Checking to make sure he’d brought his paper, Clark barely noticed as someone sat down next to him at the lab table.
“Hey Clark.” Turning quickly, the brunette was surprised to see Roy Harper next to him.
“Hey Roy, wow, we’ve got chemistry together too?” Clark asked and the redhead nodded.
“Looks like it,” he said setting his books down on the table.
“You got a partner yet?” Roy asked indicating the table. Around them, other people were taking their seats at the two-seated tables.
“I guess you’re it,” Clark said, smiling as he opened his notebook. Within minutes the teacher had made his way in and the pair focused their attention forward.
“Mr. Queen?” Oliver’s gaze lifted to the document in front of him, trailing to the intercom on his desk.
“Yes Celeste?” he asked holding down the button.
“Sir, Mayor Thompson is here to see you,” she said and Oliver’s eyes went wide in surprise.
“Send him in,” Ollie replied, quickly standing to greet the Mayor. Within seconds, his private elevator opened to reveal Donald Thompson, who smiled and held his hand out in greeting.
“Oliver, so good to see you,” he said brightly. The blonde smiled shaking the older man’s hand.
“Mr. Mayor, good to see you as well. This is a surprise, what can I do for you?” Oliver asked indicating toward the living room area. The Mayor took a seat in one of the chairs and smiled.
“You’ve kept such a low-key profile that I didn’t realize you’d come home permanently,” the Mayor admitted. Oliver smiled, his shoulders lifting in a slight shrug.
“I’ve been meaning to call,” the blonde replied sheepishly, causing the Mayor to chuckle.
“I understand, Oliver.”
Looking at the Mayor, Oliver could tell that there was something going on. He’d already asked what the man had wanted and the Mayor had done a stunning job at evading his question.
“Don, you know that I have the utmost respect for you, so you’ll have to forgive me when I ask you what you want?” Oliver asked directly. Donald looked at him seriously for a moment before leaning forward slightly.
“I want you to take over my seat as Mayor,” he said. Oliver shook his head slightly in disagreement.
“Don, we’ve talked about this and its something that I’m considering, but there’s a factor now that wasn’t there before,”
“Whatever it is, we can work with it or around it … whatever needs to be done,” the Mayor persisted.
“I’m in a relationship, Don,” Oliver said, watching as a smile crept onto the Mayor’s face.
“That’s fantastic … that will help the campaign even more … who is she?” Donald asked and Oliver stood, walking away slightly with a shake of his head. Finally he turned around, chin held up proudly, because no matter what … nothing was going to make him ashamed of his relationship with Clark … nothing.
“His name is Clark,” Oliver replied firmly. The Mayor’s face went through several emotions, most notably shock.
“You’re dating a …”
“A man, yes,” Oliver confirmed. The blonde watched as the Mayor sat back in his seat, as if trying to think of a response. Instead of waiting for Donald to speak, Oliver decided to make the first move.
“Clark is in complete support of me running for Mayor,” Ollie said, sitting back down. The Mayor began to speak, but was stopped by the blonde’s raised hand.
“I’m not saying that I don’t want to be Mayor … because truthfully it’s something I thought about before I ever moved away … but now I’ve got someone in my life that I love. And I won’t sacrifice his new life here in Star City, to be under constant scrutiny from the press and the paparazzi. He hasn’t had an easy life and this is a fresh start for him. He’s started school again, he’s adjusting and I will not put his life into upheaval to run for Mayor … not yet. Not until I know and understand what the public’s reaction is going to be to our relationship,” Oliver explained. Donald regarded him for a moment before smiling.
“You were always too wise beyond your years, you know that?” he asked.
“So I’ve been told,” Ollie responded.
“Well, when do I get to meet the man in your life?” the Mayor asked and Oliver hesitated for a moment. Sure he knew how old Clark was, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted anyone else to know just how old his boyfriend was, particularly if he were going to be emerging into the public spotlight.
“I’m sure it will be soon,” Oliver replied. Donald watched him for a moment as if sensing that he was holding something back.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Clark is not quite 21 yet,” Oliver told him and Donald pursed his lips.
“How not quite 21 is he?” the Mayor asked.
“About eight months,” Ollie answered.
“And you thought I was going to be upset about this? Ollie you know me better than that,” Donald told him. Leaning forward, he sighed.
“And you should know your city better than that. The people of the town love you,” he continued.
“They never saw me with a man before Donald,” the blonde pointed out taking a sip of his water.
“You honestly think that’s going to make a difference? For all the good you do and have done for this city … do you think that’s going to matter?” Donald asked, letting the question hang in the air for Oliver to ponder.
“When you’re ready … let me know,” Donald said quietly, standing as he showed himself out of the office leaving Oliver alone in silence. Standing after a moment, the blonde made his way over to the window overlooking Star City. He watched the cars pass along the streets down below and sighed.
‘Could he really do this? He asked himself internally. He hadn’t lied to the Mayor. Taking over that particular office had been something he’d thought about for awhile … but then he’d met Clark. His boyfriend was just settling in, just getting used to the new city and all the aspects of life that went with it. Oliver knew it wasn’t fair to thrust him into the limelight, especially with the fact that reporters would likely hound him and even follow him to school.
The paparazzi and press opened up a whole other world of trouble considering the fact that the man he loved was not quite human. If anyone saw something that could bring any speculation to Clark and his abilities, Oliver didn’t know just how he would be able to protect him.
Pushing the thoughts from his mind, Ollie made his way back over to his work. The decision on whether or not to run for the mayoral seat would have to wait, at least until he’d gotten the chance to fully discuss it with Clark.
“It can’t possibly be fair that he gives us a paper due at the end of the week for our first assignment,” Roy grumbled as he lifted his bag onto his shoulder.
“Could be worse I guess … he could have had us each do one,” Clark offered and Roy nodded in agreement.
“So do you want to get together at some point and get this done?” the redhead asked.
“Sure … what works for you?” Clark asked causing Roy to shrug.
“Whatever is best for you … I’m not picky. I just have to work it around my practice schedule. I would say you could come over and we’d work on it at my dorm but that place is a zoo,” Roy told him. Clark thought about it for a moment, wondering if Oliver would mind if Roy came over to work on the paper at their house. He couldn’t see how it would be that big of a deal and resigned to call him later about it.
“Is your dorm bad?” Roy asked, effectively snapping Clark out of his thoughts.
“What?” Clark asked in reply.
“I asked you if your dorm is bad? Do you have a lot of crazies?” Clark chuckled, shaking his head.
“No crazies, actually. I don’t live on campus,” the brunette admitted.
“That’s cool,” Roy replied.
“Why don’t you come over to my house tomorrow afternoon and we can get it done and out of the way then?” Clark offered and Roy thought about it for a moment.
“That sounds cool … I can duck out of archery for one day,”
“Alright well I’ll see you tomorrow in class then,” Clark replied.
“Sounds good, later Clark,” Roy answered before taking off in the direction of his next class. Realizing that he was done for the day, Clark couldn’t help but smile. Checking his watch, which read 12:30pm, he looked around to make sure nobody was watching before kicking it into high gear, speeding to his new favorite deli in Star City.
“Hi Clark!” Avery, a bubbly brunette around his age said as he entered.
“Hey Avery, can I get two of my usual to go?” he asked her.
“You bet. Give me just a sec,” she replied and turned to go fix his sandwiches. He had a gut-feeling that Oliver would enjoy being surprised with lunch and he was more than certain that his boyfriend hadn’t taken a moment to actually eat yet. Avery returned minutes later with his sandwiches, along with some fresh garden salads and drinks, packing it all up for him.
“You’re the best,” he told her, leaving a generous tip before making his way out to the street and in the direction of Queen Towers.
“Hi Celeste.” Oliver’s secretary looked up and smiled upon seeing him exit the elevator.
“Hi, Clark. How are you?” she asked brightly. He handed her a cup of her favorite soup from the same deli he’d been at and she grinned.
“You are a prince,” she said lifting the lid to smell the wonderful aroma of the minestrone soup.
“Is he busy?” Clark asked indicating toward the elevator that led to his boyfriend’s inner sanctuary.
“He isn’t actually … He has a meeting in two hours and I know for a fact that he has not eaten anything,” she added and Clark grinned.
“Perfect … can you hold his calls?” Clark asked hopefully and Celeste nodded with a smile.
“You bet,” she replied and he thanked her before getting onto the elevator. It took less than a minute for the silver doors to slide open and reveal Oliver’s penthouse office. Clark stepped off the elevator and looked around not finding Oliver anywhere. Making his way back into the kitchen, he set up their lunch on the table and shrugged out of his coat before heading back out to search for Oliver. A sudden movement caught his eye as he walked past the living room area and turned making his way over to the open balcony doors.
Leaning against the balcony railing, Oliver crossed his arms over his chest, looking out upon the city, his gaze crossed the skyline, landing on the Richmond building on the campus of Star City University and he wondered what Clark was doing at that moment.
“You look deep in thought.” Turning quickly, Oliver’s surprised gaze fell on the object of his thoughts and he smiled as Clark came over, capturing his lips solidly.
“You sure you don’t have any psychic abilities mixed in with those superpowers?” Oliver asked sliding his arms around Clark’s waist. The brunette smiled letting one hand rest on Ollie’s arm as the other caressed his cheek.
“Why were you thinking about me again?” he asked and Oliver chuckled.
“When don’t I?” the blonde replied and smiled before leaning forward once more to capture Clark’s lips. Content to indulge in a well-deserved make-out session for a few moments, the pair finally parted minutes later, foreheads resting against one another’s in satisfaction.
“So what do I owe the pleasure?” Oliver asked and Clark smiled, stepping out of Oliver’s embrace to take the blonde’s hand. Leading him back inside, Clark weaved through the living room before emerging in the kitchen, stepping back to reveal the lunch he’d set up. Oliver chuckled, shaking his head in amusement.
“And how did you know that I hadn’t eaten yet?” he asked the brunette who simply shrugged in return. Clark looked over at him suddenly serious.
“Honestly I’m not sure … I just felt it,” he admitted. Oliver looked at him curiously for a moment before a smile broke out on his face.
“You just don’t want to admit you’re psychic,” he teased sitting down and Clark chuckled.
“Well you caught me,” he joked taking his own seat.
“This looks really good,” Oliver admitted and Clark smiled.
“You need to learn to eat lunch, gorgeous,” Clark teased taking a bite of his sandwich. Oliver rolled his eyes before digging into this food.
“I do eat lunch …” he began, his gaze falling on Clark whose look was more than doubtful.
“Alright I won’t argue,” he conceded with a smile.
“Good plan,” Clark replied.
Sitting in the lounge chair on the balcony, Oliver sighed contentedly as Clark’s fingers ran through his hair softly.
“This makes me just want to cancel the rest of my day and go home,” Ollie admitted and Clark chuckled.
“No need to go getting complacent because of me,” he teased and Oliver grinned looking up at his boyfriend. Remembering his earlier meeting with the Mayor, Ollie frowned and sat up completely from his spot in Clark’s lap, turning to look at the brunette seriously.
“Mayor Thompson came to see me today,” Oliver told him and Clark’s face showed surprise.
“Really? What about?” he asked. Oliver reached out, his ringed hand taking ahold of Clark’s.
“He wants me to take over his seat … he’s more insistent now than ever,” the blonde explained.
“What did you tell him?” Clark asked.
“Honestly? I told him that I wasn’t ready,” Ollie admitted and Clark’s brows drew together in confusion.
“Really?” he asked and Oliver nodded, taking a calming breath before continuing.
“I told him that I’ve got someone in my life that I love. And I won’t sacrifice his new life here in Star City, to be under constant scrutiny from the press and the paparazzi,” Oliver began. “I told him that you haven’t exactly had an easy life and this is a fresh start for you. More importantly I told him I will not put your life into upheaval to run for Mayor … not yet. Not until I know and understand what the public’s reaction is going to be to our relationship,” he confessed and watched Clark’s face closely for a reaction.
“So you don’t want to run for Mayor because you think my life will be thrust into upheaval and you’re not sure how the city is going to react to us?” Clark asked as if trying to be clear. Oliver opened his mouth to speak, but was surprised as Clark stood up and moved away from him as if he’d been burned. Finally he turned to him, his face showing slight anger as he opened his mouth.
“I’ve already told you that I support you completely. If I didn’t and was at all concerned about my life being upheaved why would I tell you that. I’ve never lied to you, Oliver,” Clark said, his voice laced with a touch of anger. Oliver looked down at his hands with a frown then back at his boyfriend.
“I know you haven’t, which is why I was being honest with you about what I told the Mayor. I’m thrilled that you want me to run for office, Clark, but I have to think about how things will affect our life as well. Your abilities aren’t the only problem we face,” Ollie said, his voice raising slightly.
“Problems like what?” the brunette asked, slightly agitated. Oliver shook his head in frustration. How in the hell was he supposed to tell Clark that his age was a likely problem in the eyes of voters. He’d seen how even Mayor Thompson had blanched at the mention of Clark’s age.
“What kinds of problems?” Clark asked once more, snapping Ollie from his thoughts.
“Like your age,” Oliver admitted, his voice trailing off slightly at the end. Clark looked at him in confusion for a moment before stepping closer slightly.
“I’m sorry … did you just say my age?” Clark asked and Oliver nodded. Opening his mouth to speak, Clark cut him off.
“So you’re telling me that you won’t consider running for Mayor until I’m 21? Are you kidding me?” Clark asked, not quite believing that his age should make any difference at all. Besides the election wouldn’t be until after he’d already turned 21, but then it made sense. If Oliver was going to announce his intentions, he’d have to do it soon to build up support and then all the details of the blonde’s life would be exposed. Clark didn’t know what to do … on one hand, he was angry … angry that Oliver seemed to think he couldn’t handle it … on the other hand was the fact that his boyfriend would be opening himself up to a world of scrutiny and criticism over a variety of issues, most importantly his sexuality.
Despite feeling slightly bad for his reaction, Clark shook his head. This was all too much to deal with. He understood that Oliver wanted to protect Clark’s abilities but the fact that he didn’t want to announce their relationship … that stung.
“I need to go,” Clark said moving toward the door.
“Clark, wait!” the blonde called out and Clark turned to him.
“I’ll see you tonight,” he replied and continued without missing a beat to the elevator. Oliver watched him leave, a frown on his face.
“I hope.”
Making his way into the building, Clark looked around uncertainly. It was the first time he’d ever actually been here and despite himself, he was immensely nervous. Following the right corridors, he found himself in front of a door and gently pushed it open. The office was spacious and bright, a desk sat in the center, a secretary typing away furiously, her eyes locked on the screen to her right. Shutting the door, he made his way over, wondering if she’d even turn her head.
“Hello,” Clark said and the woman stopped typing, her gaze quickly falling on him.
“Can I help you?” she asked and Clark felt kind of awkward in his request but was quickly cut short.
“Clark?” Looking to his left, a smile graced his features as his mother emerged from a door, her face going from surprise to genuine delight as she made her way over, hugging her baby tight.
“Oh my sweetheart,” she said softly, closing her eyes, not quite believing that he was actually here.
Pulling away she cupped his cheeks in her hands and smiled.
“You’re really here?” she asked and he nodded, his gaze shifting to her secretary, who was watching the pair in confusion. Following her son’s gaze, she smiled.
“Eileen, this is my son, Clark,” she told the woman, who quickly smiled.
“Well it’s nice to finally meet you, Clark … I should have recognized you,” she apologized. Clark shrugged reaching out to shake her hand.
“Not a problem,” he assured her.
“Well come in … Eileen can you hold my calls?” she asked and the woman smiled.
“Certainly, Senator,” she said and Martha thanked her before shutting the door to her office. Ushering Clark into one of the leather chairs in front of the desk, she took a seat in the matching one right beside him.
“So what do I owe the honor?” she asked, instantly catching Clark’s frown.
“What happened?” she asked.
“Oliver and I had a fight, I guess,” he said uncertainly. Martha frowned, reaching out to take his hand.
“A fight about what?” she asked and he sighed, beginning to tell her the tale of what had transpired at Oliver’s office.
“I just don’t understand why he seems ashamed of me,” Clark said in frustration and Martha sighed.
“Oh honey, he’s not ashamed of you,” she assured him. Clark opened his mouth to speak but was quickly cut off by his mother.
“He’s protective of you, Clark,” she began and Clark looked at her in confusion. “Do you remember how tough it was on Pete to know your secret?” she asked and Clark nodded.
“Imagine how Oliver’s feeling right now,” she suggested. “He’s bound to the future champion of Earth,” she said and the brunette shook his head.
“You cannot argue with me on that Clark. Your destiny on this planet is greater than any of us can even imagine. By stepping into the limelight for office as the Mayor of Star City, Oliver puts that at risk. The press will want to know all about you … where you come from, your parents … they’ll dig up any reference on you that is possible, they’ll find out about all the articles with you mentioned in them, they’ll come up with their own truths about you from the papers and from people they can talk to. Oliver knows this and he also knows that the more they look … the better chance they have to discovering your secret,” his mother explained and Clark softened, realizing that she was right.
“But my age,”
“Honey stop and put yourself in Ollie’s shoes for just a minute. You’re 27 years old and ready to run for a public office. You’re the most recognizable face in the city you grew up in and you’re dating a 20 year-old. I’m not saying it makes any sense honey, but in the public’s eye, you’re young. And I don’t think Oliver is trying to be a jerk … I think he’s trying to protect you. When he does declare his intentions for office, his face and yours will be plastered all over the paper, from the front page to the gossip section. Have you stopped to think that maybe, he’s holding back not only for you to turn 21, but you to have established yourself in the city … to show the people that you’re as committed to Star City as he is?” Martha asked gently and Clark thought about it for a long moment.
His mother was right. He knew for a certainty that Oliver wouldn’t do anything to hurt his feelings or make him feel inadequate and he suddenly felt like a jackass for implying it to the man he loved. Looking up at his mother, he watched as she smiled.
“Feel better?” she asked softly and he smiled.
“You always make me feel better,” he replied and she chuckled.
“How about grabbing dinner?” she asked. Clark opened his mouth to decline, but upon seeing the hopeful look on his mother’s face he smiled.
“I’d love to,” he replied and watched as her smile brightened even more.
“Great … I know just the place,” she told him.
“Thank you, Mom. For everything,” Clark said as the pair made their way up the steps of Martha’s townhouse.
“Everything will work out, honey. I know it will,” she promised. Clark smiled giving her a hug.
“Don’t forget to make that boyfriend of yours eat some of this, k?” she asked, motioning to the box in Clark’s hands.
“I promise,” he told her. “I’ll talk to you soon,” he said stepping back down the steps.
“I love you, Clark,” she said and Clark smiled.
“I love you too, Mom,” he replied. With one last glance, Clark smiled and quickly shot up into the air making his way back to Star City. It took him around fifteen minutes, but soon Clark was standing on the front door steps of the house he and Oliver called home. Opening the door, he made his way inside looking around.
“Ollie?” he called out.
“I believe Master Oliver is outback,” came Andrew’s voice and Clark turned to see the older man emerge from the kitchen area.
“Oh … how is he?” Clark asked causing Andrew to look at him in confusion.
“How is he, Sir?” he asked and Clark nodded.
“Yeah um is he in a good mood, upset?” Clark asked and Andrew nodded in understanding. He reached forward taking the box from Clark.
“I’ll put this in the refrigerator for you and then retire for the evening,” Andrew told him without ever answering his question. Clark watched him go with a smile. Andrew was not only very clever, he was also a bit odd. Shrugging out of his jacket, Clark made his way out the back doors.
Looking around, he wasn’t sure where Oliver was. The pool was empty as was the spa and the dining area showed no signs of life. He honed his hearing and that’s when he heard it, the familiar sound of an arrow zipping through the air to connect with a target.
Following the sound down a set of stairs, Clark came to a stop upon seeing Oliver a few feet away. The blonde’s back was to him and he watched as Ollie pulled back on the string of his bow and released the arrow. Quietly he reloaded his bow, moving back into the proper stance. Pulling back on the string once more, he let it go.
Not hearing the solid connection with the target, Oliver opened his eyes, the brown orbs going slightly wide as the sight of Clark in the direct path of the arrow, one hand holding onto the green object just inches from the solid wall of his chest.
“Hi,” Clark said softly. Oliver regarded him for a moment before setting his bow down, turning to Clark as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“Hi,” he replied as the brunette made his way over, holding out the arrow to him. Oliver took it gently, their fingers brushing against one another’s softly.
“I’m sorry,” Clark told him and Ollie looked at him in surprise.
“Sorry for what?” the blonde asked as Clark invaded his personal space just a bit more.
“For being a jerk … If I had taken a minute to stop and think, I would have realized what you were trying to tell me,” Clark explained.
“And what made you figure it out?” Oliver asked curiously and Clark couldn’t help but smile.
“Well … sometimes Mom’s are pretty damn insightful.”
“There's nothing you could say … Nothing you could do … There's no other way when it comes to the truth … So keep holding on … 'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through …”