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Clark Kent rescues kittens out of trees. (ex_savior698) wrote in wariscoming,

Kon was far from fine. His vision had been torn away from him and he had no idea how to get by without it. Clark watched with a furrowed brow as Kon fumbled around, reaching in the wrong direction for food that had been placed right in front of him. It was a simple task. Reach out. Grab. But now? Kon didn't even know where to start stretching his arm. If this was a permanent fixture in Kon's life, if he was never able to see again...

"Use your other senses," Clark suggested. He clasped his hands together. "Your sense of smell. Your hearing. Your other senses are already enhanced. Use that to your advantage."

Maybe a pep talk wasn't what Kon needed right now. But what was? Telling Kon that even he didn't know what the odds of his sight ever returning were? That he might have to figure out how to get by like this for the rest of his life? How was that helping? "I'm sorry." He pushed the food closer. Maybe if Kon didn't have to reach too far, he wouldn't struggle with the process as much.

"This had nothing to do with luck, Kon." It was all about timing. And responsibility. Clark had failed Kon on both counts. "This never should have happened to you." Clark fell silent for a long moment after that, giving Kon some time to eat without interruption. He studied the lamps quietly, knowing all too well that they weren't going to provide enough sun exposure to guarantee that Kon healed. The best that Clark had been able to do for him was fly him out a few times a day, but even that...

"We can go out again later if you want," Clark offered, "before it gets late. It might do you some good." Might. But as hopeless as all of this felt, might was still better than nothing. And if anyone in the room had to cling onto the smallest of somethings here, it was going to be Clark. "What do you think?"