He continued to watch her as she stared at him, and he could feel his confusion beginning to mount. She was a mysterious one, he could easily admit, oblivious to her internal struggles. He wanted to read her, to understand her thoughts, but could find no answer in her gaze. Instead, he blinked and diverted his own gaze, relinquishing the staring contest victory to her as he eyed up the caked blood on her coat instead.
But she then spoke again and his gaze snapped back to meet her’s. He pondered for a moment, curious what invisible demons were haunting her. Perhaps some unhappy past she was escaping from? “Why not?” he found himself asking, his voice no longer the whisper of before but instead, direct and enunciated. He paused for a moment, watching her as she sighed, before he continued. “You can’t see love, but you can get loved. You can’t see hate, but you can get hated.” He paused, a small grin beginning to peek out from the tips of his lips. “And you can’t see confusion, but you can definitely get confused.”
Proud of himself like the dork he was, he stood with an amused grin. But the smile did not last long, for she spoke again, requesting his name. Yet, he realized her request was more like a command, and that confused him further. “Clark,” he offered, his intonation more suggestive of a question than a direct answer. “What’s yours?”
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