For a second, the weight of dark emotion that he had been carrying around for days lifted. Darcy had pulled his head down and kissed his forehead. One gesture. Just one and he felt like maybe, just maybe, he'd be able to find the strength to get through all this. At that, Clark did manage a small smile. It didn't linger for a very long time, but it was, without a doubt, the most genuine expression of warmth that he had been able to feel since Kon had died. Even after Darcy pulled away, just missing the tiny upward lift of his lips, Clark could still feel the memory of her lips against his skin. It was such a small thing, that kiss, yet it had been powerful enough to leave a rush of comforting warmth through his whole body that he wasn't familiar with in the slightest.
Next thing he knew, Darcy was crying. It had all happened so quickly, too. One second she was giving him comfort, the next Darcy was sitting on his couch, wiping at the tears that had fallen down her cheeks. Clark hesitated, slightly stunned at the unexpected turn of events, then went on to mentally kick himself. Of course she was crying. With everything going on here, why wouldn't she be upset? Kon was dead, the seal was pulling people all over the place and messing everyone up, then there was the apocalypse. That never-ending threat that loomed over their heads, always making them wonder when they'd have to fight for their lives. To have to deal with all that on a regular basis, plus a pregnancy, took a lot of determination and strength. It also took a lot out of a person, Clark imagined, and seeing him in bad shape probably wasn't helping Darcy much either.
She had every right to cry.
When he found his feet, Clark moved over to sit beside her on the couch. He wanted to reach out, to say something about the wave of tears that had fallen down her face, but instead he leaned over and put his hand to her stomach as she asked. Clark was quiet, but he was gentle. He didn't want to hurt her or the babies that he was supposed to be feeling out. Once his hand was in place, though he wasn't really sure where he was supposed to be feeling, Clark looked to Darcy worriedly. She had changed the subject on purpose, he knew, but he wasn't going to let her. As Clark tried to feel the movement underneath his palm, he opened his mouth, carefully considered his words, and then said, "You don't seem very good to me, Darcy. You should talk to me."