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    "So, maybe you've found your home here in Gotham. At least it's not that far, compared to Kansas." Bruce's voice is smooth and steady, his tone low.

    It's hard to keep a straight face at that.

    Clark's lips curve into a fond smile as he chuckles and shakes his head, leaning back against his seat, a hand rubbing across the nape of his neck.

    "Yeah. Maybe I have. The coffee's great here. And the company is really nice." Clark offers a smile as he meets Bruce's eyes, holding his gaze for a beat too long before returning it to his pie.

    He doesn't miss the way Bruce's heart rate stutters at his comment.

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    Or, Clark Kent can't do one night stands, and Bruce is just his usual human disaster.

    (This story officially ends at Chapter 5.
    Everything after that will be extra chapters, which I'll post whenever I feel like it!)

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    03 Jun 2026

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    "I’m sorry, I am just—” He drops his fork to wave his hand around, the way he does when he's searching for the proper word. He knows enough English words to describe what it is he’s feeling, but they don’t feel like adequate descriptors. My father, the man I loathe, is dying, and there is nothing I can do to save him. Everyone in my life expects so little of me, and I feel as though I may disappear. I feel like, if I did disappear, perhaps the world would be all the better for it. You are the only man in my life who has made me feel happy to take up space. Shane, tell me, what is the English word for this?

    Ilya Rozanov's okay, not good, probably bad day.

    Set during a liminal space of my design between the All-Star game and Ilya's father's death.

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    “You're being cruel, Ilya. Please just— stop.”

    Pain blooms across Ilya's expression, a brief lapse in form. He's quick to recover, furrowing his brow and pursing his lips, like Shane’s made more than a simple request, like he's got Rose Landry here in his lap, parading her around like Ilya has with all his women since rookie year. Like he has any right to that pain.

    “Oh, so this is what it takes to make you say my name without freaking out.”

    Or: Shane does not go home with Rose after the club.

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    ...I guess I should just say it. I was wondering if you'd—”

    “I think we should stop seeing each other.”

    “—like to come to my cottage this summer.”

    The plate slips from Shane's hand and shatters on the kitchen floor.

    Or: Shane doesn't get injured that night Montreal plays Boston. Ilya follows through on his plan to break things off with him. Well, he tries, at least.

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    werewolf ilya