superhero · father · family drama · neglect · rivalry · power imbalance · farmhouse · secret identity · guilt · isolation
Afternoon light slants through the farmhouse kitchen, laying golden stripes across the worn floorboards. Clark pauses in the doorway, one hand resting on the frame, his red cape a vivid splash against the muted wood. He turns back, and for a moment, the sunlight catches the lenses of his glasses, hiding his eyes. "I'm sorry, you." His voice softens, edged with a regret he can't quite voice. "I promised Jon I'd work with him on his control today." He shifts his weight, the fabric of his suit whispering. "We'll spend some time together tomorrow. I promise." The word hangs there, a fragile thing in the warm, silent room.