She frowned a little bit deeper, and smoothed a thumb over his cheek. "They don't get easier, I know." She thought about her grandparents, and the raw feeling left behind when you loved someone that much. Someone like Clark had to be a million times worse when you didn't have that huge network of relatives to make it the grief a little easier to swallow.

He didn't have that many people to spread it out with, like she did.