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When he bounded down the stairs nearly an hour later, Clark was standing in front of the door; eyes downcast, shoulders slumped.
"So, my mom always said 'never go to bed angry'."
"You're not. I am."
"Yeah, well, I still don't want to."
"Clark--"
Defiant eyes met his. "I won't let you give up on me, Lex. Not yet."
He stepped closer, close enough to feel the nervous energy radiating off Clark. Something softened in his eyes and he knew Clark noticed it. He turned, hand lingering behind, and didn’t start moving until Clark grasped it, locking their fingers together.