"Yeah... I said fly. You don't... you don't remember that you can fly?"
Well…why should he?
This had to be another joke.
Maybe if she pushed him out the window?
"How?"
Her brow creased. "I'm not sure. You just... do it. Somehow."
Gas?
"So," he started. "Chinese food. Why don't you go ahead and order what you like? It all looks good to me."
So…Ralph’s Shrimp Sweet & Sour. And some Pagoda Chicken Lo Mei?
It just... couldn't be possible, though. Could it?
Well…he’s just been inside Lois’s apartment, naked, and pondering an intimate relationship with her, so flying shouldn’t be that much of a leap…
Would she be telling him next that he could see through walls and catch bullets in his bare hands?
He can also see through female clothing!
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And he was expecting her to feed him. She bit at her lower lip. What was she supposed to do now?
Put him under a UV lamp?
Unless you wouldn't mind one of those frozen dinners, but it's been in the freezer for... a while. I'm not sure it's good anymore. I mean, they don't go bad, normally, it's just that I opened it one night and didn't get around to--"
Is she saying that she managed to ruin TV dinner?
Well, other than the fact that he didn't remember a thing about himself, yet his subconscious seemed to remember how to smile just for her.
Awwwwwww
they reminded her of Clark's when he'd thought she'd gone off the deep end and was worried about telling her so. And that was just ridiculous.
"Yeah?"
"Are we... more than friends?"
She nearly choked. Oh, god.
How was she supposed to answer that? Yes, please? No? If you'd only give it a chance? Only in my dreams?
No, no. No thinking needed. She knew the answer. No, they weren't. That was the answer, plain and simple. That was how he wanted it. As much as he seemed conflicted with his own boundaries, he'd still been the one to set and keep them. She had to respect that.
So… ‘yes’?
She swallowed again, resisting the urge to offer him a can opener.
But why was Superman...
He wasn't asking. His eyes had dropped from the frame already and were staring down at his wrist where the spandex met skin.
Because he was hoping but now he knows that she’s boinking her colleague instead.
Or why she'd been... gawking at him when he'd been wearing nothing but the towel.
Appreciating the scenery from an aesthetic point of view?
"You're tired, Lois. We should go to bed."
FREUD: Oops?
That was just... something to worry about later.
He’s Mickey Mouse?
But I've been there plenty of times and... I'm not sure."
Well…he’s got superhearing and superspeed, so he could vanish in an instant when Lois shows up. Unless he’s otherwise distracted and well… Then Lois would find Clark all hot and bothered and scrambling to hide the cape
he felt a small pluck of jealousy towards this man who was apparently a good friend of his.
And yet, she doesn’t know where he is or with whom he spends his nights with.
The word comfortable shouldn't even be allowed *near* the definition of her couches
Maybe the floor?
She didn't really know Superman at all.
Oh my!
He probably even knew how Superman took his coffee and how he liked his eggs.
Four sugars, whole milk. And fried.
But what kind of best friend never said anything about building closet space for the local superhero's wardrobe?
The one with a hero complex?
Michael
