[ Clark has a sense for loneliness in others, having experienced it his whole life. He glances sidelong at Steve, unsure if he should say anything. ]
I wouldn't know about here just yet.
[ Fitting in somewhere isn't the same as belonging, and Clark wouldn't know what that contentment looked like even if it hit him in the face with kryptonite brass knuckles. ]
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I wouldn't know about here just yet.
[ Fitting in somewhere isn't the same as belonging, and Clark wouldn't know what that contentment looked like even if it hit him in the face with kryptonite brass knuckles. ]
What did you do at home, Steve?