Clark had considered making a move back for the bedroom when he heard the shrill sound of one of the boys – Ethan, maybe? - crying. He wasn't too fond of the sound, even though he knew that, as with all children, crying was perfectly natural. Still, knowing that something was wrong bothered him, even though Clark was pretty sure it was nothing terribly serious. Ethan – or Sammy – was probably just hungry. Darcy would take care of that easily enough on her own, as mothers did, and everything would be perfectly fine. So Clark stuck to dinner up until Darcy came marching into the kitchen with a wailing child in arms, practically begging him to do something to help calm him down. In this case, it was a simple enough request – all he had to do was talk to little Ethan – but the words that came out of Darcy's mouth were momentarily pushed aside when she began to panic over the state of his hand. Confused, Clark looked down at the stove to see what she was referring to, a wave of indifference in regards to the state of his own physical safety washing over him when he realized that she was worried about the glowing red burner his hand had been resting against.
“Oh!” Clark lifted his hand up and turned to look at Darcy, who appeared to be all too wide eyed over the situation than he would have preferred. It was natural for her to worry, though ; anyone else in this situation would have been left with a charred mess of a hand by now and, to someone who wasn't quite used to seeing the super part of the man being displayed regularly, it was understandable that panic would be the immediate reaction on noticing what Darcy herself had. Quickly, Clark turned his hand over to show her that no harm had been done, hoping to push all that panic away as soon as possible. “It's fine. I'm fine. I don't hurt so easy, see?”
That aside, Clark turned the burner off and pushed the pot of noodles back, lightly noting that they were finished in the process. He made sure to turn that burner off too. He might have been pretty tough skinned, but that didn't mean that Darcy was. The last thing he needed was for her to accidentally wander over and pull the same sort of stunt he had, minus the part where he walked away completely unscathed. She had just gotten out of the hospital. It was extremely unlikely that she wanted to make a return visit anytime soon.
“What's the matter with Ethan?” Clark asked, brow furrowing thoughtfully as he looked the little guy over. It seemed like Ethan was always a little more fidgety than Sammy, from what Clark had seen of the two. Clark wasn't sure if that was because there was something going on with him or if it was because the kid was naturally prone to being a little troublemaker, but he knew that it didn't bode well for Darcy, who would have to figure out different ways to soothe Ethan when he got like this.
It seemed that the sound of someone talking seemed to be one of the ways she'd figured out so far?