Clark leans into April a little too, because he's still weak and shaky and needs a little support, and because he's enjoying physical contact that doesn't hurt. And that it's her, well, that helps a lot. And he imagines they're probably going to have a long, long talk when they get home.

"As much as I hate being Kal, I'd much rather deal with red kryptonite than do this ever again," he agrees, a hundred percent sincere. He looks down at April again, lightly stroking her upper arm with his thumb, trying not to expend too much energy but needing to give and receive a little reassurance after the horrible experience they all just shared. "Good thinking, finding a place like that. We probably won't be able to use the same one again but it was a great idea, not telling me about it."