"It's definitely different," Clark admitted with a nod. "Weird. Not a bad weird, I just -- it's not something you really get to experience every day? That kind of weird." Yeah, Clark. Go ahead and talk about Darcy's babies being weird. Perfect way to get into her good graces, that was. "You're not a cow," Clark added, nodding to her stomach. "You're pregnant." There. Improvement. An honest one, too. Clark didn't think that cows were meant to look as pretty as Darcy did, pregnant or not.
She seemed nervous about the name. Clark got why, but the name thing didn't bother him in the slightest. It was an honor. Clark was proud to know that Darcy cared for him enough to name one of her own children after him and, if he hadn't been sworn into silence on the subject, he'd have probably turned right on around and told everyone about it the first chance he got. "They're good names," Clark pointed out honestly. "Really. Though, to think, you could have gone for something alien like --" Kon. He paused. It took every bit of effort in him to keep his face from falling at the mistake he had almost made. "-- Jor-El." Jor-El was his father. Birth father. Dead birth father. Oddly, it didn't bother him as much to talk about him as it did Kon. That was probably because Clark only knew Jor-El through the enhanced system that he had installed into his fortress. Just a memory. "Now there's a catchy name. Not even a little peculiar, nope." He was still trying to lighten up the mood.
...the attempt didn't appear to be phasing Darcy as much as he wanted to, though. She reached up and pushed some of his hair from his eyes, an unexpected gesture that left Clark feeling warm all over again. There was a smile on her face, but it wasn't the cheerful one he'd been hoping for. It was almost sort of sad. He found he hated seeing that look on her face.
You look so tired, sweetie. I can see it in your eyes.
Her touches were comforting. Gentle. Clark wasn't used to that. He looked away, hoping to hide the exhaustion she'd noted from his gaze, and nodded. "Tea would be -- yeah. Thanks. Help yourself to anything you want in the kitchen. I don't have much, but I picked up a few things..." Speaking of. He needed to put the rest of that away. Clark pushed up and away from the couch, then he turned around and offered Darcy his hand so that he could help her back onto her feet as well. "I'll help."