Jonathan Samuel Kent | Superboy (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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riverviewlogs2017-08-10 06:17 pm
supersweet) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-08-10 06:17 pm
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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. ]
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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She smiles as he shakes her hand. "Good." When he lets go of her hand, she turns back to the stove and dips a spoon into the pot of hot chocolate to test it. She'd turned down the heat in order to talk to him, but it's hot enough now. Maybe not perfect, could be a bit too sweet. Maybe she shouldn't have used as much chocolate. Still, it's good, and the point is to be comforting. "All right, I think we're good here. You said something about taco cookies?" She's pulling a couple of mugs from the cupboard, and pouring the chocolate into them over the sink.
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[ He stresses on the name to the best of his ability. ]
He's my dad's best friend. He's a really good cook. He got me cookies the last time I was . . . kind of sad.
[ "Kind of sad" is a tactful way of saying "I remembered hurting my family and friends while being mind-controlled. Also I saw the future and everything was on fire." It's probably one of the few secrets Jon can't recount very well. He tried initially, when his feelings and memories were a blur of pain and fear. Now most of that has tapered off, but it has left a wound. ]
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She ruffles his hair as she passes by him to get mugs. Maybe he'll know what she means - that she's here for him, that setting sadness aside doesn't mean you're being disloyal to memories, that he's never going to be alone. Maybe he won't. Either way, she's as kind and gentle with him as she knows how to be, the same way she is with her own niece and nephews.