Snippet #1767900

Clark Valentine
Clark, still smiling easily, watching as Darwyn and Noah left. Darwyn was like some sort of tornado – he came, he wreaked havoc, and then he left, and the only sign that he had ever been there was the looks on peoples’ faces.

Slowly, Clark came down off of what he had come to call a Darwyn-high and became aware, once more, of the other person in the room. He glanced around, looking at Lynn. The boy looked… pale. Frightened. Clark got the distinct impression that he did not want anything to do with that party tonight. His lips twitched slightly, slipping into a different smile – one of sympathy. He hated the damned things, too, but he really had no choice at all. Poor Lynn did, but he chose to go… why?

Clark saw the beginnings of tears in Lynn’s eyes, but chose to ignore them, for the boy’s own sanity. Instead, he brushed by Lynn, giving him a hard pat on the shoulder. Trying to show the support of a friend, treating her the same way he would have treated Leo if he were upset. He wasn’t as close to Lynn as he was to Leo, but he had to give it a try, didn’t he? Lynn was his roommate now, and that made Clark responsible for Lynn – at least, it did in Clark’s eyes.

“Tonight’ll be fine,” he told Lynn calmly, pacing past him and into the living room, where he flopped over onto the couch. “Stick around with me if you’re nervous. I’ll keep an eye out for you.”