“Sure, but you can tell me more often,” I joke in response, returning her smile. I glance back out the window again. Clark still stands at the window. He looks worried. My smile fades a bit. “He’s, uh, waiting for us. We should…”
Poor Alt-Clark he is fighting his attraction to Lois, fighting to keep Kal-El out of his head and finally fighting to create a niche for himself in this world. At least he gets to stay in the apartment which gives him some kind of an anchor.
Glad he saved Nigel. The man is a creep, but Clark was not going to be the judge. Kal-El on the other hand...
