"My darling, I've been so worried.
Another great use of Lex - the creepy appearance out of nowhere, the concern that rings false, the physical descriptions that give away what's lurking behind his words.
Owen, Lex's hulk of a bodyguard was her first guess until gentle fingertips brushed past the small of her back. Her eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat. For the barest scrap of a second, she thought Clark had returned to Metropolis. But when she turned her head to look, Lois found the familiar primary colors of Superman's 'S' in her field of vision
LOVED this!
She feels that touch - Clark's touch on Clark's spot on her lower back...mmmmmmmmmmm!
Done completely unconsciously by Clark, I'm sure, which makes it even better!
Lois found herself spoiling for a fight, even if it meant fighting with Superman. Right now he was being just as patronizing as Clark was on his worst days
The little tift is great because Lois is relating to Superman as her platonic friend - no hero worship, no deference. Even though Superman is right in front of her, all she can think about is Clark.
"Wait a minute, that's Clark's shirt! Is he back?"
"I, uh…"
Deflect! Deflect!
At least Jack didn't assume it was Lex's shirt!
Clark stripped to his underwear and then flopped, face down, onto the bed.
Thank god for broken air conditioners.
Clark, hot and probably sweaty, lying mostly naked in a Hawaiian hotel bed...ooooohhhh, my mind is wandering to the other sides of the boards!
"I wish you were here," she said softly. "God, you have no idea how much I miss you."
They've both had an awful, emotional day, so this bit of truth, which Lois would ordinarily hide or shade, slips out. Wonderful!
Clark's heart started to race. Hope flooded in to replace his queasiness. He knew Lois had been worried about him today, but she'd worried about Jimmy and Jack, too. She might only mean she missed him as a friend, but he wanted to believe she meant it on a deeper level. "I miss you, too," he answered truthfully.
And so he admits it, too.
WAFF!!!
"Would you rob a bank for her?"
And then the conversation turns back to their comfortable friendship. That they can joke with each other after such a day - draw emotional support from each other in this way...it's just lovely.
Susan, who has read part 8 and suspects that, if they knew what they were in for, readers would rob a bank for Sue to get their hands on it now.
