Hmm... notice you're still putting repost on this... which makes me wonder why the heck I stopped reading this way back when.
Because I sure don't remember the shades of GGGoH. Maybe that was when I'd started to drift away again...
Managing to avoid Clark Kent for the rest of the day hadn’t been easy, but Lois had made the effort. Speaking to him immediately would have been a mistake; she’d have said things she’d have regretted.
Ah, so she didn't lay into him.
The older man grimaced. “I work for the National Inquisitor. Some farmer claims to have found a UFO on his property, and I’m being sent out to investigate.”
Well... sort of a bad guy.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” Clark said. “And I’m not entirely sure why.”
Way to be direct and to the point, Clark!
Lois almost thought that Clark paled, but she dismissed it as being a trick of the light.
Awwww
Playing was exactly what she wished she could do. Instead, she had to give him the bad news.
“My concerns are more about the private part of our relationship.”
Awww! But yay! This means she really wants a relationship! And, heck, she *called* it a relationship.
tbc... because of that darned graemlin limit... 
