Impatient
Clark watched the scene unfolding before him, horrified and confused. His eyes flit back and forth between Sakura and Kenton. His son seemed to be curling into himself as much as he could as his conversation with his mother progressed. He rose to his feet, but Bruce held out a hand. Clark turned his head to him, incredulously.
"Wait," Bruce murmured, barely audible, and Clark almost scoffed. Their son could feel their emotions, and he thought there was a chance he couldn't hear him?
"No." Clark countered. He wasn't going to sit by while his child was hurting, and he could do something about it.
