Her breathing was less panicked, less ragged, slowing down into something calmer. Clark had a way of just... chilling her out. He always made everything seem so damn rational. Doable. Like it was something she could actually manage. Like she wouldn't just fuck it up by dint of being her. She looked him in the eye, trying to picture him flying through the air and decimating a mountain. "Yeah, it does a little. Nice to know that you weren't always so damn perfect."