Hayley shifted from one foot to the other. For as strong and capable a girl as she knew she was in most situations with most people, Clark always seemed to reduce her to being a scared little child all over again. It wasn't hard to know why, with the vague authority and resemblance to her father, but it was inconvenient at the best of times.

"Kind of.. everyone? Like, no one specific. I just wanted some time to myself, you know? To think and whatever. It had nothing to do with you." Clark could insist he believed her all that he wanted. She would continue to doubt the sincerity of his words - or, more appropriately, doubt how well Clark knew his own thoughts.