God damn, he's kind. It makes Midnighter's heart pang, a sad, lovesick little sweetness. He returns the kiss, lingering if not pressing deeper. "I mean you're not pretending to be Clark," he says. "Maybe you're pretending to be Clark-Who-Can't-Fly, but it's-..."

This is all too complex and a little sad, and Midnighter was just kissed? And he's still talking? Ugh, what a waste. "I'm gonna kiss you now."

He turns, folds Clark closer, his hand catching his chin, tipping his head to the side for a proper kiss, deeper.