Her hand slid into his hair, her lips spreading into a smile. "Shut up," she said, chiding, knowing that fine, maybe she'd gotten on that train a little behind him, but she was there now. Loving seemed easy for him, but for her... it was just too easy to get hurt when you opened yourself up like that. She'd fought so hard to keep that shield up with everyone.

Then there was Clark. Who the hell could fight against him?