Lunkhead.
That's the only word (or maybe a few more) to describe what hurt Clark is doing to himself and those who love him best.
No one can keep up that level of tension without eventually snapping.
Dropping his warm plate on the counter, she handed him a chocolate chip cookie instead, and kissed his cheek. “Jonathan’s in the barn. Be sure to say ‘hello’ on your way out. And hug Lois for us.”
Martha is REALLY annoyed at her son! Normally, she would lay a plate on the table, happy to see her son sit and eat. Now she's dropped it. To her credit, Ma Kent is holding back her ire, otherwise, she would tan his hide like it was cheap leather. Talk to Lois! Now!
Loving every word of this story.
