Oh. Wow. Clark. Is. Dead.
But in any case, she finally knows. Now what's left to see is what will be left of his once she's done with him.
I mean, I can see why she'd get even more provoked by the fact he put on his own shirt, assuming it'd be okay. Just strolling out of there like that. Looking, in a way, victorious, that he'd won Lois (by deceit), and he can just wear whatever he finds in her bathroom and no matter if it's Clark's shirt (which to her, is like a holy memory). I guess she might also think he recognized it since it was his, and put it on to symbolize that "Clark is dead; long live Superman." Only while he can say that to himself, Lois wouldn't be very happy with a statement like that.
And he was hers.
Well, mostly.
I could just hear the narrator say that. Starting with this wholesome voice of Happily Ever After, and finishing with a completely different tone of voice. Which I suppose is how Lois feels, and she can't let go of this other tone of voice.
There was no sense of loneliness, of insecurity.
She had to know what had dragged him out of her bed. Why he'd left her. Whether it had been an emergency, or... Or if he'd just changed his mind. If he'd decided he didn't want her after all.
No. No insecurities at all. Poor Lois.
Great part - now get on with it. We want to see if Clark can manage to stay in one piece. <g>
Julie
