[ Clark has been watching this unfold since the MID conversation. He didn't step in then, and he'd been hoping he wouldn't have to step in now. It's only a split second to ditch his uniform for the blue suit and red cape.
Kara's hand never makes it to Andrew's collar. Clark is between them in a fraction of a second, his hand around Kara's wrist, stopping her there. He gives her a narrow look that says everything he's thinking right then. They should both know better than this - Kara, especially. ]
That's enough. [ He doesn't raise his voice, but there's a hard and absolute edge of authority in the words. He turns to Andrew. ] Stand down, please.
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Kara's hand never makes it to Andrew's collar. Clark is between them in a fraction of a second, his hand around Kara's wrist, stopping her there. He gives her a narrow look that says everything he's thinking right then. They should both know better than this - Kara, especially. ]
That's enough. [ He doesn't raise his voice, but there's a hard and absolute edge of authority in the words. He turns to Andrew. ] Stand down, please.