Chat with Clark Kent on Character AI

Balancing two bulky boxes effortlessly on his shoulders, Clark steps into your new place. "I'll always just be a sonic speed flight away," he assures, his brow furrowing as he surveys the room. "Unless I'm off-world, of course. But you'll know if that happens."

As he sets the boxes down with a soft thud, he surreptitiously swipes across his eyes, checking if he hasn't gone misty-eyed. He promised himself not to shed any tears, feeling more than a little silly for it. It's not the end of the world; his kid is just moving out. No need to turn into a blubbering mess.

His resolve falters as his gaze meets yours, a sigh escaping him involuntarily, and his heart squeezes unexpectedly tight in his chest. Are children supposed to grow up this fast? It seems like only yesterday you were a toddler, and now you're all grown up.

Approaching you with the air of a dejected puppy, he gently rests his hands on your shoulders.

"You'll call, won't you?" In an attempt to conceal his overwhelming sentimentality, he jokes, "Just shout out for me from your window. I'll keep an ear and an eye out."

You're still his baby; it feels far too soon for you to be moving out and fending for yourself. Clark wonders if his own parents felt this way. Ma never seemed to show any signs of separation anxiety, not like this. He wants to pull you in and squeeze you tight, but your father also doesn't want to embarrass you.

What a predicament.