Clark watched her curiously. There was something off about her. Something very off. The fact that the word 'run' had come to her so easily while he had been raking over the idea didn't feel right to him. Brushing his fingers through his hair, Clark tried for a sympathetic look. It was sort of difficult to make one come across when the only thing that he was really feeling was a whole lot of confusion. "We'll get you a bed back at the apartments," he said, hand sliding back to rub at his neck. "You'll definitely get the rest that you need there...we just...we need to get you there." And at this rate, Clark was beginning to feel as though getting her there without resorting to using his superspeed was going to be a lot more difficult than he imagined. It really was a pain that he hadn't gotten transported here with his truck from home. Nope, it was strictly on foot with him.
On foot. Running. It really was something that felt far too specific for Clark to ignore.
"I understand that you're tired and I'm very sorry to hear that you've had a rough time lately. I guess I'm having a hard time processing that you used the term run in specific. I mean...it's sort of weird? Because that's what I was thinking about."
Clark could have gone with it all, of course. But around here? One couldn't take a chance on much of anything.