"Could you at least let me know where you're going next time?" Clark's eyes were even redder, his voice rough and strained.
Carol gently wiped away the tears that had fallen from his eyes.
"You're a grown man. Why are you crying?"
The moment she wiped his tears, fresh ones welled up, rolling down his face. His voice choked with hurt,
"Why weren't you answering my call?"
He looked at her with red-rimmed eyes.
Each time the busy tone beeped, it felt like his heart sank a little further.
"I don't even know where my phone is."
She hadn't touched her phone since she woke up. In fact, she didn't even know where it was.
"Where did you go?" Clark asked, cradling her into the elevator, drawing the attention of many.
People watched as he inquired about the girl in his arms with teary eyes, his puppy-like demeanor tugging at their heartstrings.
With several pairs of eyes on them in the elevator, Carol didn't respond.