Hi.
Great part.
He was imagining things. Filling his head with fanciful ideas. Rearranging the fantasies he'd had of the other Lois to fit *this* Lois in. He was trying to make her fit like the last piece of the puzzle... only one place it could go... but what if it wasn't the right puzzle?
What if he was just convincing himself that he might be in love with Lois Lane because she was... Lois Lane?
What if everything he was feeling was just a lingering remnant of what he'd felt for the other Lois? The love he'd felt for her... he'd convinced himself that it was for someone else... the person just below him in a shoddy motel room.
This is horrible! He wants this Lois to be the other.
She'd waved the kiss off. Said it didn't matter and that it wouldn't happen again. No big deal.
He wondered if it had even fazed her. He had tried to listen to her heartbeat and been unable to hear it over the thunderous clamoring of his own.
None of it mattered. Really. He was making love out of nothing at all, and instead he should just be grateful that she was willing to be a friend to him.
Friend.
Now there was a word he hadn't used in a while. Not since... the other Lois.
:rolleyes: Poor Lois! He is the one who chicken out and trying to stock the ‘other Lois’ in the middle.
"Lois, what happened in Kayes?"
He'd have sworn he heard her heart stop for the barest of seconds, and he knew in that instant, he'd screwed up. He'd been too abrupt. His mouth hadn't consulted the common sense part of his brain. He tried to say something else, to take it back, start the conversation again and not be a total jerk about it... but his vocal chords had suddenly gone on strike.
An inarticulate gasp made his head snap up again. Her jaw was slack and she was staring at him incredulously. "I never made it to Kayes."
Was Lois intercept in England or maybe another part of Europe?
