Conner woke up at three in the morning again. His nightmares were more recurrent and his sleep had been limited to just a few hours before school. He began shifting in the bed tangling his legs in the sheets but failing at regaining comfort. He couldn't stand it any longer he needed some air.
She had sensed his nightmares every night. She had had the same nightmares too and she could only try to understand him. She woke up too and determined crawled out of her bed heading towards his room. She wasn't expecting to find him halfway through the hall, shirtless. Unable to control herself she blushed and looked away from him.
He wasn't surprised to see her. He was actually expecting her to comfort him although it was never totally true. He didn't let her in before because he was scared. But he would hide the fact that he loved the way that she cared for him.
"Couldn't sleep." It was a short statement and she knew he meant it for both of them. "No" she confirmed quietly although it sounded loud and clearly for him considering the silence of the night.
She looked down at her feet clad in fluffy pink slippers and blushed again for not thinking in changing to something…different. He looked to her slippers but only gave her an amused smiled charmed by her natural cuteness. He liked her because she was different, because she could see more than what he looked like physically. He forgot it immediately though. It was painful having to be with her but at the same time being so apart. He knew this couldn't last. He was just a copy which meant he was only superman in a younger version.
She sensed this change in him and grabbed his hand tenderly guiding him to his room. "Come, you need sleep" She told him with the back of her head facing him.
They accommodated in the bed as they did each night, chest to chest, nose to nose, arm to arm and side by side. She stared longingly into his icy blue eyes. He gave her a serious look instead but she accepted it. She accepted him. She reached for his fingers tangling them with her own. She wanted to be close to him, to help him but he was so stubborn. He was refusing indirectly to her careful caresses and sweet kisses and she knew why. It was the same nightmare.
She knew he wasn't bad, 'maybe a bad boy' popped in her girly mind, but he didn't mean to kill superman, he wasn't what they wanted to make from him. He just needed to see that. He needed to see what she could see in him. She could just wish he could see she was giving him her heart.
He closed his eyes but couldn't sleep again not even when she stroked his ebony hair soothingly. He missed her so much even if she was just gone for some minutes he missed her. He felt the need to protect and even care for her too. It hurt him to know that maybe he was the reason of her suffering because of who he was. But she was too close for him to forget her just to protect her. He would not give up on them. Not when she was here, not when her watery honey brown eyes stared at him like that. So he let her in.