I’ve inhaled this story in my every spare moment today and on this chapter I finally have some time to write here. Gosh the descriptions of his senses are so visceral and perfect! Nails in the ceiling, bird droppings on the roof, everything. I am here for some hurt/comfort, such a rare trope in this fandom but a fav of mine.
The breadth of detail in the world building is a masterpiece truly, and despite this being a somewhat out-there AU all the known characters feel like themselves. In fact even more so, if that makes sense, like I found myself thinking yes that’s totally what he’d do. The world feels real and textured? This is hitting some spot I didn’t know I had, I think I always had a secret head cannon where Clark sorts out things like a foundation, cooperation with first responders, meeting with UN, citizenship, all that, but you put it into words.
Love it!