@kittenstm cont. from (x)
Casper was going to end up with the bed regardless. Clark, as much of a character as he could be, was QUITE the host. Raised all proper-like by his mother, the good manners in that regard always seemed to shine through the muck of the rest of his personality.
There'd been that typical back and forth about it but the other had eventually ended up passing out at some point or another and to the bed they'd been taken.
Clark's couch wasn't uncomfortable but what couch was GOOD for sleeping? He wasn't exactly small either and it left him curled in an awkward position in the pursuit to find some sort of comfort. He wasn't much of a sleeper to begin with and the couch truly didn't help the matter.
Even with how gentle the touch to his shoulder was, he was stirred instantly. It wasn't sudden, there was no jolting, but he was rousing almost instantly—albeit clearly groggy. A hand lifts to wipe at an eye, a yawn leaves him. He's abandoned his suit for a comfortable-looking sweater but he still looked far too dressed up for someone trying to sleep in his own home. ❝ S'fine. ❞ he waives the apology instantly, sits up and rolls stiff shoulders with a grimace.
His face softens almost uncharacteristically so at the mention of nightmare—it's something he relates to all to well. Even not knowing Casper very well, he's quick to sympathize with them. ❝ What do you do about them? ❞ everyone had their own coping mechanisms after all. ❝ I've got uhh...warm drinks. ❞ a nod to the TV. ❝ Television. There's one in the bedroom too. Warm shower—whatever you think might help. ❞
It was clear that whatever Casper chose, Clark was up and about now to either help send him back off to bed or stay up until sleep was a viable option once more.
❝ I have them too. Documentaries and coffee are usually my approach. ❞ when they weren't BAD at least. Often it was just a matter of turning on every light in his home and sitting on the couch in silence until he felt stable enough to try and lay down again.
