She didn't fight him about the bed. That was good. Clark didn't want to go through a tangle of them debating over who ought to sleep where, especially when it was obvious that Darcy wasn't going to be able to sleep on the couch. It was a decent couch, sure enough, but it wasn't fit for a pregnant woman. Clark wouldn't have let her take the couch anyway. It didn't really feel right to him.
Hands buried into the front pockets of his jeans, Clark listened as Darcy suggested tea. It didn't seem like a bad plan. It'd give Darcy more to do than stand around in his doorway in the awkward way Clark had noticed from the moment they'd stepped inside, which was also good. He didn't want her to be uncomfortable. But then, before Clark had a chance to agree, Darcy started to speak again. The subject wasn't so casual this time. His expression darkened a little at the start of her statement, mind immediately rejecting the idea of discussing Kon's death. Even with Darcy, it was hard. He didn't know what to say to people. What was he supposed to say?
Hey, thanks for the condolences, but I'm good. Really. You don't have to subject yourself to the social expectations of a person in mourning anymore, it's okay. I know you want to, but yeah. Thanks anyway.
If only it were that easy.
Her words were quick to turn, though. Darcy wasn't just expressing her sympathy, she was giving him a genuine apology. She felt responsible. Clark frowned and shook his head right away. He gently placed a large hand on her shoulder and leaned in closer, brow furrowed. "You couldn't have done anything. Kon is..." He paused and closed his eyes, the sting of his verbal mistake hitting him full on. "Was. Kon was stubborn. Once he had his mind set on stopping the other me...there was nothing you could do." If anyone could have changed Kon's mind, it would have been Clark. He knew that. And even if he couldn't have managed that, Clark still could have physically stopped him. Or maybe they could have gone after the other him together. If Clark had been there, would that fight have ended the same way? Probably not. He wouldn't have let Kon die. Clark looked away, quietly. He gave Darcy's shoulder a soft squeeze, then leaned over to pick up her stuff. "Don't blame yourself. He wouldn't want you to, you know."
Subject change. Clark was good with those. He used to pull them all the time back at the Daily Planet, particularly when people started getting dangerously close to figuring out who he was. "I'm glad you're here," Clark admitted. He didn't force a smile. It would have been a wasted effort. Clark looked at her, though, and the truth behind his words made it's way through his gaze. He meant it.