Clark blinks at the kick then looks down, and oh there's another one of those sheepish blushes on his face.

"Oh jeez, sorry!"

They hit the ground (it's a short trip) and then he's looking at M, so mortified, but also waiting. Waiting for the fear, waiting for even M to decide he's just too weird to be around, too weird to kiss. His hands, that had been gripping onto him, let go and he starts to pull back so he doesn't- he wasn't trying to-

"I'm sorry..."

God, this hasn't happened since he was little. Dammit dammit dammit.