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There is a definite issue this morning and Danny's not ready to just push it aside. He is incapable of doing that. Seeing, however, as he's already broken a mirror, has caused a tree to nearly come crashing down, and has been holding in a breath for way longer than he should. Danny's no idiot. He knows the last time he saw any of this happening and he knows the man to go to.

Thing is, though, he's kind of just a little scared to let out the breath he's been carrying since about the Compound.

It goes against every fiber in his body, but when Danny gets to Clark's house, he doesn't just barge in as he typically might. Instead, he stands on the porch and he knocks, casting a wary look around him as if someone's followed him here, ready to accuse him of malice and destruction of property. Hell, maybe he'll end up spending the weekend in zip-ties.

He's starting to worry that Steve's on his trail, too. Clark can't show up soon enough.

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When Clark opens the door, he is smudged from head to toe with chocolate and looks more than a little harried. It's been awhile since he had to adjust to a new power, and the ability to create candy out of thin air isn't one he'd ever anticipated having.

God, he's never going to be rid of the ants after this.

"You knocked," he says, appreciative of the courtesy but still surprised.

"Yeah, yeah, run it in the Daily Mail," Danny responds, breathing shallow like that's gonna help anything. He's about to launch into a short version of his issues when he takes a look at Clark warily, narrowing his eyes and looking around to see if there's a reason for his new look. "Uh..."

"I'm having a bad morning," Clark allows, hardly knowing how else to explain the mess that's become of his new home. "I think I've got control of it now, though." There's a rock candy bridge arching across his living room, but he finally managed to contain the sudden sugary explosions.

"How are you?"

Danny peers past Clark and sights the candy bridge, pointing to it with his fingers before he wanders inside. He misses his pockets, because now would be about the time he'd shove his hands in there and amble around. As it is, he's got his pajamas on and he gestures to the bridge and back to the chocolate. "Expecting company, babe?"

"No," replies Clark without bothering to look where Danny's pointing. He knows what's there; he's responsible for it. He does take notice of how Danny's dressed, however, and his eyebrows draw together in confusion. So much about today is already confounding.

"Is there something wrong?"

"What?" Danny replies with a stunned and surprised look on his face, like he's been in the middle of a train of thought that's threatening to bust into the nearest wall. Idly, Danny taps at the candy bridge and breaks off a piece, eyeing it suspiciously before giving it a tentative lick.

It tastes like candy, though he's not exactly sure what he expected. "What, this?" he asks with a gesture to his clothes, when he gets back on topic. "I ah, I may have had a rough morning and made some decisions I'm not entirely fond of. Said decisions include leaving home in completely unprofessional attire."

"I can see that," Clark replies as he steps back inside the house and closes the door behind them. "What exactly happened, Danny?" Clark's used to people coming to him for help, but they're generally a bit more immediately forthcoming than this.

Danny takes in a deep breath and buries his hands in his hair as he gets to pacing around the room, like the kinetic energy will keep his mind off the total mindfuck that's been plaguing him all day. "Okay, so, you know how in the comics, you have that weird-ass thing where if you focus your breath, it goes all..." He gestures with his hands, making an exploding motion to signify 'freezing'. "That?"

"No, not really," Clark slowly replies. Honestly, he's not trying to be difficult, but he doesn't understand about seventy percent of the references Danny makes about him. What that jerky hand movement signifies, Clark is definitely confused on.

"I had super breath," he hazards with a lift of his eyebrows.

Okay, well, it's a step in the right general direction, but Danny's still a little lost on whether or not what he's experiencing is the same thing. "Okay," he says warily. "Okay," he says again, taking in a deep breath and then holding it. And holding it. And then two minutes later, with one hand still on the candy bridge, he's still holding it because he's slightly afraid of blowing down Clark's hut like the big bad wolf if he lets this bad boy out.

While a bumbling facade has its uses, Clark isn't actually an idiot. Well, not usually, anyhow. (Lois and Chloe both would probably argue that he is.) With Danny, though, it's like they're speaking different languages.

"Okay?" he finally prompts, at a loss. Danny's face has begun to turn a rather impressive shade of red, though, and that's a concern. "Do you need to see a doctor? You're not looking so good."

Danny takes his time breathing out through his nose and feels like he's in severe pain to do it. When it's all out, though, he shares a worried look with Clark. "I broke the mirror this morning with my breath," he explains, and if Clark doesn't get that, he might need to start lobbying the various superheroes of the island for help.

If Clark's expression becomes a bit pinched, it's nothing to do with Danny himself. Nine months he's been without powers but the lack of them still stings more than Clark wants to admit, and this might as well be a slap to the face.

"You just have to be aware," Clark replies, glad at least that Danny hadn't been bestowed something easily triggered by hormones or emotion. "When you speak, take care. And try not to sneeze."

Danny blinks at the advice because..."Clark, have you met me?" he reminds him, with an edge of worry to his tone that belies how worried he is about the situation on the whole. "I'm lucky if, on a normal day, I don't wind myself during some rant that someone kicks off. What am I gonna do if I can't get it under control, here?"

The situation really is serious, Danny isn't wrong about that. Clark can't quite restrain his smile, however, because yes, he does know Danny, and maybe this is exactly what he needs.

"Maybe someone's trying to teach you the value of restraint," he suggests. "There's no other way around it that I know."

Danny's brows raise at the same time in a well-rehearsed dance that he allows them to do, on a practically daily basis when it comes to the people he knows. "Okay, well, Superman," he says, possibly because he's a little pissed. "Worst case scenario if I don't get it under control?"

There is a lot that could go wrong if Danny loses control of himself like this, but there's really only one answer that matters. Clark sobers and levels Danny with a heavy gaze.

"People get hurt."

Danny scrubs a hand over his face. That seals it, then. There is no way, no way in hell, that Danny can lose control. "Okay," he says, sober as anything. He has control, he's got a great deal, it's just a little more difficult to keep going after a long time. "Can you show me some tricks, though? To what else I can actually do?"

"Come on," Clark says, and gives Danny's shoulder a pat as he motions to the door. "No offense, but I'd prefer to keep my house in one piece. The beach isn't far, though, so just keep it under control a little longer, okay?"

"Yeah, I get it, Candyland is sacred," Danny deadpans with a slight smirk -- there's just no way he couldn't comment on the state of his room. "But yeah, sounds like a plan. Let's get out of here."

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