Yes, his belongings were cleared out and his apartment looked like the desiccated husk of something that had always before been alive and vital and entrancing, but he could not be gone.
I love this.
He was Clark, and he was always there when she calmed down. He always let her be angry and nodded and smiled and rolled his eyes and comforted her, and then, when her anger burnt itself out and she could start to look at things more clearly, he was always there to laugh at her and tease her and make her smile.
All of this.
Not at his apartment, where he kept a mind-boggling array of teas just to irritate her.
He does not need gratitude. He does not need recognition. He does not need acclamation.
True. All he needed was YOU, Lois.
The taste of peppermint is now inextricably linked to the feelings of remorse and the image of nightmares, sitting heavy and bitter on her tongue.
Lovely. Really.
(she’s been in situations like this before and they seldom turn out well),
Very true!
(Except she knows she would pay it if she had to, knows she will pay out the entirety of her material possessions if it means that Clark Kent will speak to her.)
Awww.
(It’s what Clark always did to her, and she hates it; hates that Jimmy keeps doing Clark things as if he doesn’t even notice.)
Love this.
(unless he doesn’t; unless those are still recovering too).
Scary thought!
There’s a black and white teddy bear in the closet,
Love this little detail and the reminder of what they once had (him winning the bear for her at the Corn Fest).
Ack! NO! You CANNOT stop there! That's cruel and unusual punishment! More please! Lois, you are SO close now. Please, for the love of God, don't screw this up.
