I don't know how I missed this the day it was posted!
This is a lovely little vignette. I especially love the ending, the little "love yous" that couples exchange every day, that can become a habit but at times like this mean so much.
“Clark -- you came,” she managed, her forehead resting against his collarbone, just above the bright blue spandex.
“Yeah,” he whispered. “I did.”
Did she think that he wouldn't? She knows better. Or was this just relief because it was a closer call than usual?
