Bart wasn’t going to knock. He was too anxious to stop and knock on a door. Waiting for Clark to open it, if he was willing to let him in at all, would be enough torture to last him the rest of the day. When he’d made the decision to stop texting him, to stop calling and go to him in person, Bart had decided that he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Clark wasn’t going to open the door because he wasn’t going to stand around and give him the chance to open the door. That would be too easy, and potentially disappointing.
Clark was still upset over what had happened. Bart had thrown it all behind him until the day he’d shown up again and realized that it had only been a few days for everyone in the city, including Clark. Remembering everything that he’d said, every last word, Bart was taken by an intense desire to let his friend know that he hadn’t meant any of it.
He picked up speed as he neared his destination and instead of stopping, he accelerated and in doing so, his body was able to faze right through the solid structure of Clark’s door. Bart stopped abruptly on the other side and nervously stared at Clark sitting at the desk.
“You’ve been locked up in here for a long time. Wanna come out?"