if you call, i'll come, come, come. [for calltoaction]

[godcaped]

The power of youth is on my mind,
Sunsets, small town, I'm out of time.
Will you still love me when I shine,
From words but not from beauty?

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[godcaped]

It's nice, the country. Quiet. I traveled a little, before I went to school for journalism. I'm grateful I had the opportunity to.

[ He heads over to the window, hears the neon of the sign before he even sees it. ] Gotham seems like one large, dark corner of Hell's Kitchen. I go there a lot, for the society and crime beat. Could never imagine it being a home.

Your adoptive and biological fathers both seem like good men.

[calltoaction]

I've never been. [ Such a seemingly small admittance. He can't imagine what it must be like without the sounds he's so used to. ]

It isn't so bad. There are people trying to make it better. [ Like his dad, when he isn't pretending to be a bumbling playboy with no sense. ]


Can't argue with that.

[ He heads into the bedroom so that he can change. What he picks out is jeans and a t-shirt with a zip up hoodie. He comes out after a couple of minutes for his shoes. ]

[godcaped]

There’s good people everywhere. [ He glances at Matt when he exits the bathroom, smile forming over his features. ] I am very excited to try this Thai place, though. You ever have it?

[calltoaction]

Not a lot of people have the heart to look for them.

[ He heads out, reaching for Clark's arm as he goes. ]

Would it be too forward if I asked if it were okay if I left my cane here? If it wasn't an imposition, anyways.

[ He chuckles and nods. ] I've had too many late nights, I'm afraid.

[godcaped]

[He smiles wide at the touch, almost nods before he stops himself.] Go ahead. I definitely don’t mind this. Gives me an excuse to do this all night. [A chuckle escapes at his own forwardness, before he follows Matt out the door.]

Very understandable, though I usually opt for the pizza place beside my apartment. I’m glad my stories allow me to work from home for that reason.

[calltoaction]

I wonder what else we might get up to in a night. [ He ducks his head at that, leaning into him as they walk. ]

You might have to take me to this pizza place of yours another night then.

[ He gets them there and to a table that's a little further away from the front and the crowds. It's one he frequents. ]

So, what does Clark Kent like to do when he's not on a story?

[godcaped]

We'll have to wait and see, Counselor. Now that I know you like pizza too, I'll have to stop by with it sometime. We both seem to work pretty late. [He pulls out Matt's chair before they both sit, and he seems pretty at ease already. The glasses are pushed further up his nose out of instinct as a chuckle escapes.]

Well. I like to drink beer, watch football, work out. I volunteer at The Dwelling Place and the Homeless LGBT Youth Shelter a lot. My mother especially likes it when I can come around to help around with her gallery and with the bouquets at home. I've always had an eye for it, decoration and stationary. What about you, Counselor? [He looks through the menu.] Anything you like to do when you don't put bad guys away?

[calltoaction]

The long game, hm? I can play along. [ Matt chuckles at the comment, and relaxes a bit. It's hard to quiet his senses, especially in a place like this, but it's easier to focus more on such good company.

Once they are seated, he can't deny he's more than a little interested in just hearing more about Clark. ] I sadly have something of a ridiculous schedule. More late nights than I like, but worth it. Other than that I---visit the old gym my dad trained at. The guy lets me sit there for a 20.

And I have a few side projects that I work on to better the city when I'm not visiting St. Agnes.