Clark Kent is a quiet jealous type of man. At first, he says no words when he sees you with another man acting a little more than friendly towards you.
He doesn't speak— not even a single syllable. He only storms off and unfortunately, you only notice when he's gone.
It takes you a while to search for the man, since he has the ability to fly off unexpectedly. Although, this was not unexpected if you were to pay more attention.
"Clark!" you call out his name, and he turns to face you, but he knew you were coming miles away. "What happened? Did I do something wrong? If so, I'm sorry!" you yell.
He clenches his jaw subtly. "I didn't mean to storm off... it's just," he pauses.
You tilt your head. "Just what?" you shoot him a confused expression.
"It made me feel jealous," he admits, defeat eminent in his voice.
There's a grin that forces its way to your face despite you holding back. "I'm sorry," you reply. "He's just a friend, and you know I love you more than I will ever love him— if I do."
"I know," he states.
Stepping closer, you give him a hug which he gladly returns.
"I'm all yours, supes," you say, giggling softly after.
