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who: Jon's CR + anyone who knew Clark Kent
what: Reaction to Clark's departure
when: 10th of August
where: The Superfam House
warnings: sads?? sads.


[ Jon didn't know what to do. Every action feels robotic. He sent out what texts he could about his father's departure from his phone and checking his father's contacts. He didn't bother checking for the replies. It buzzed quietly in a corner and it wall he could do to melt it down. He must have cried for hours when he found his father's letter, holding onto Annora until she protested his strong grip. After the sadness, the fear had finally sunken in. He was alone. There were no contingency plans, no promises he could follow. He didn't know what to do.

What about the house? Was Jon meant to protect it? Would Miss Jones take it away now that his father had left? He didn't want to leave. He couldn't leave. He curls up tighter with his blanket, trying to block out all the fears and doubts that plague his mind. Everything was so uncertain and Jon . . . Jon was scared. He didn't know how to stop. ]

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[ Jon could hear him, obviously. He was tuned into the heartbeats of everyone in Riverview. Even now, he can pick them out from a distance and see what they might be doing, what feelings drove him about their daily business. So Jon doesn't reply as Damian watches, but he shifts as he feels Damian's weight dip the bed. He turns his body to quietly wrap his arms around Damian with a silent sob.

Damian was all he knew of his world now. There was no one else. ]

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( Damian stiffened as Jon turned on the bed and wrapped his arms around him. It took a few seconds and a couple of deep breaths before he relaxed and let his arms properly close around the other boy in return.

He didn't know what he was doing here. )

I'm still here, Jon. ( He offered quietly in an attempt to provide Jon with... something. Comfort, reassurance, who knew what else. Just something he wish he could have had too many times in his life when he was growing up, a comfort his mother had never been able to provide. ) I won't leave.

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[ His grip tightens slightly, not strong enough to be uncomfortable but enough to show that he's not likely to let go any time soon. He buries his head on Damian's shoulder with a whimper. Damian's seen enough that Jon doesn't worry about holding back. They're past that point. ]

Promise?

[bestrobin]

( It was easier to tighten his own hold when Jon did. He sighed quietly, eyes closing as he listened to the way Jon whimpered into his shoulder.

It made him angry. All he wanted, he realized, was for Superman to return so he could paint a colorful picture of the emotional distress he'd left his child in. It wasn't fair.

Jon didn't deserve it. )

I promise. ( He responded without hesitation. Despite the softness of his voice, there was no denying the resolve there. The fierceness of the intent behind his words. )

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[ The last time they were this close, they had been flying in the air. Two boys curled around each other, the smallest of spaces in between them. Goliath's body rumbled quietly in the night as Jon thought about his legacy, their legacies and all the questions that came with it. It's been a long time since then. They've fought together, worked together. To Damian, Jon was always more than he was less and it quelled the quiet doubts in his heart.

Promises are the lifeline of Jon's world. With Damian's word, the sobs finally ebb away into quiet shakes and soft puffs of breath that sink into Damian's shoulder. ]

[bestrobin]

( Damian had thought about his relationship with Jon a lot since he'd arrived here. He never would have thought they'd make it to this - close enough that they tried to comfort one another instead of constantly fighting or butting heads. Making promises that were strong enough to help quiet Jon's cries.

As Jon's cries softened against his shoulder, he shifted to tuck his face against the dark hair. It was a gesture that bordered between possessive and protective, as if the only way he could keep the other boy from getting hurt again was to keep him this close. It would only last for so long, he knew. )

Do you need anything? ( He wondered after a few, long moments of nothing but the sound of Jon's quiet puffs against his shoulder and his own quiet, steady breathing. )

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[ Does Jon need anything? It seems like a weak question to ask and if it had come from anyone else, Jon would have given them a sour look. It's quite obvious what he needed after all, even if everyone was skirting the issue. But Damian isn't like that. He doesn't couch his questions that way.

He tries. ]

I . . . It's fine. It'll pass, right?