( it feels real. it looks real. it's much more real than his time in the phantom zone ever felt, those six years spent under zod's thumb. but that doesn't mean it is real. he could be back in the zone right now, wandering through an endless wasteland trying to find somewhere safe to hide, using his own imagination to hide away from all the bad things. that could be what's real. could, but he severely hopes it isn't.
and chris has plenty of faith that even in his dreams, clark wouldn't lie to him. they make small white lies together, but not--against each other, he's sure. the warm embrace clark offers is returned seven fold, arms wrapping tight around him and face burying itself into his chest. )
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and chris has plenty of faith that even in his dreams, clark wouldn't lie to him. they make small white lies together, but not--against each other, he's sure. the warm embrace clark offers is returned seven fold, arms wrapping tight around him and face burying itself into his chest. )
Okay. I believe you.