Clark didn't usually talk about this kind of stuff. When he did, though, that usually meant there was some sort of impending apocalypse and someone might die in battle (namely, himself). So, standing there, in the moonlight, on a island "paradise" wasn't exactly in the cards of his rolladex of scenarios in which he might say something like this.
Not to mention there was a whole thing about Xander having a penis and that being new (the attraction to him, not the fact that Xander had a penis, he clearly has had one the whole time. Clark was fairly sure of that, anyway.). Though, it probably wasn't the first time now that he thought about it, which colored the way he viewed certain friendships. Lex had always said he was repressed. Not in so many words, but that was the gist.
Clark stopped and sighed, turning so he could face Xander, and tried to find the words. 'Of them watching,' seemed to simple for something that was, to him, far more complex than anything else he'd dealt with. Well. Barring that whole alien thing he was still dealing with. This was like throwing fuel to the fire. Maybe they were right. Maybe there was something the water here. At least it was Xander, though. He could've done worse, though, right? Not to say that Xander was even the most remotely interested anymore, and Clark was fairly sure after his lamebrain farmboy actions, that ship had left the dock a while ago. For all he knew, Xander had someone new in his life. So, what would he accomplish in all this? Would this be for the better? Would he be willing to risk the friendship he'd just rekindled?
Leave to the farm boy to think himself out of it. "Of them," he said, finally. Figuring he'd do it now before he lost his nerve. He hoped that was enough for it to click in Xander's head. He crossed his arms, hugging himself a little in the cool night, and started the trek again.
"I'm thinking tomorrow I'm going to try a strawberry pie of some sort. Think there are cookbooks in the compound?" And just like that, Clark had changed the subject. He was good at that. Saving the world, putting himself in harm's way, avoiding emotionally raw conversations? That was Clark Kent in a nutshell.
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Date: 2009-02-23 07:28 pm (UTC)Not to mention there was a whole thing about Xander having a penis and that being new (the attraction to him, not the fact that Xander had a penis, he clearly has had one the whole time. Clark was fairly sure of that, anyway.). Though, it probably wasn't the first time now that he thought about it, which colored the way he viewed certain friendships. Lex had always said he was repressed. Not in so many words, but that was the gist.
Clark stopped and sighed, turning so he could face Xander, and tried to find the words. 'Of them watching,' seemed to simple for something that was, to him, far more complex than anything else he'd dealt with. Well. Barring that whole alien thing he was still dealing with. This was like throwing fuel to the fire. Maybe they were right. Maybe there was something the water here. At least it was Xander, though. He could've done worse, though, right? Not to say that Xander was even the most remotely interested anymore, and Clark was fairly sure after his lamebrain farmboy actions, that ship had left the dock a while ago. For all he knew, Xander had someone new in his life. So, what would he accomplish in all this? Would this be for the better? Would he be willing to risk the friendship he'd just rekindled?
Leave to the farm boy to think himself out of it. "Of them," he said, finally. Figuring he'd do it now before he lost his nerve. He hoped that was enough for it to click in Xander's head. He crossed his arms, hugging himself a little in the cool night, and started the trek again.
"I'm thinking tomorrow I'm going to try a strawberry pie of some sort. Think there are cookbooks in the compound?" And just like that, Clark had changed the subject. He was good at that. Saving the world, putting himself in harm's way, avoiding emotionally raw conversations? That was Clark Kent in a nutshell.