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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 listens to this quietly, no hint of judgement. ]

It's okay if you don't know. That's normal. Not everyone knows what to do.

Good people get involved. That's what my dad always says. If you're trying, that means you're good.

[smokedout]

I'm good, huh?

[Well.. that gets a smile on his face.]

Your dad's a smart guy.. and he did a damn good job raising you, too. [He hesitates.] So, what do you think I should do for you?

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I . . . don't really know?

[ Jon mulls it over. ]

They say these things . . . get easier over time.

[smokedout]

They don't... not really.

[He taps his scars briefly.]

Scars aren't easier than wounds. They can still hurt - you just get stronger than the pain after a while.

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[ Dodger plz. Jon scrunches up his face. ]

My dad isn't dead or anything, you know. I'm not . . . I'm not hurt. I mean, it sucks, sure, but I can't be mad about it.

[smokedout]

Is there a difference? You're not gonna see him again.

[Dodger why are you like this.]

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[ Jon flinches visibly, but he squares his shoulders. ]

Yeah, but I've still got my dad at home. Things aren't that bad.

[smokedout]

[He ducks his head, in... some attempt at looking apologetic. Yeah, that was a wrong turn, he can see that now.]

Yeah... I guess there's always the chance he'll come back. But as far as I've seen, no one who's gone missing has come back.

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[ Not coming back. Jon's hunched shoulders shake briefly. All he can think of are the promises that his father used to give him, put him to sleep with. Don't let go, Jon had begged when his body flickered away and his father's cool brow pressed itself to his forehead, tears staining his cheeks. ]

. . . He's where he's supposed to be.

[smokedout]

[Dodger is quiet for a moment, and his frown deepens.]

...I'm really getting the sense I'm not the person to talk to about this, huh.

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[ Jon slowly shakes his head. ]

It's not you. Just — there never has been anyone. We've always been alone.