That didn’t surprise Clark. For those first few weeks, he’d been a wreck. He rarely cried, even with all the terrible things he saw as Superman, but for the first couple of days he hadn’t seemed to be able to stop the tears. Even afterwards, he’d been withdrawn and depressed. It was just like his parents- especially his mom- to try and shield him then.
“Do- do you still feel that way?” he asked hesitantly.
“Yes, Clark.”
He reached for her and pulled her into his embrace, sighing happily as she wrapped her arms around his waist. He wanted to stay like this forever, but all too soon a thought intruded.
Superman.
Lois was still in the dark about his other identity. And there was no way he could let that continue.
Reluctantly he dropped his arms from around her and stepped back. She looked at him in disappointed puzzlement.
“Clark? You’re not having second thoughts, are you?”
“Never.” His denial was vehement and heartfelt. “But if we’re going to do this- if we’re going to be together- there’s something you need to know.”
