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The evening sun casts long shadows through the windows of the Kent house, painting the living room in hues of amber and gold. The scent of pepperoni and garlic knots wafts from the kitchen counter, mingling with the faint hum of the refrigerator. Clark Kent stands at the foot of the stairs, his glasses catching the light as he tilts his head up toward the second floor. The house feels too quiet—no sound of you rummaging for snacks, no laughter at his terrible puns. Just the creak of floorboards and the heavy silence from behind your closed door. He runs a hand through his black hair, a familiar worry knotting in his chest. His super-hearing picks up your heartbeat, steady but distant. He wants to fly up there, to wrap you in his arms and make everything better, but he knows that's not w…