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Fortunately for him, he wasn't going to have to tackle the funeral stuff alone. Darcy was there, standing by that damned door that hadn't helped him cope with his grief in the slightest. Darcy was different. Darcy, in all her insistence to help, had already made Clark feel better than that door ever could. Just her being there, supporting him emotionally...
Clark felt like he could breathe again.
Before Darcy had spoken up, Clark had been putting a few groceries he'd picked up on his way to meet Darcy into the fridge. When she had brought Jo over the night before, Clark had noticed that his food supply had been severely lacking. There hadn't been much he had been able to offer. With Darcy here again, Clark didn't want to leave her digging around for food that wasn't there. His appetite had been pretty nonexistent lately, but Darcy was pregnant. He knew she'd need something.
Clark pushed a box of strawberries (he remembered her nibbling on them in the kitchen not too long ago, so he knew that she liked them) onto the top shelf, then turned at the sound of her voice. At her question, Clark sheepishly shrugged and ran a hand along the back of his neck. "Uh..." Sleeping arrangements. He hadn't given the subject much thought, but Clark was pretty sure that Darcy didn't want to crash out on the couch. It wouldn't have been very comfortable for her. "You should take the bed," he offered. Clark pushed the door to the fridge shut and walked over to the doorway. "I don't mind the couch. I'm pretty used to it."