He’d learned not to argue, because if he did, that would just mean he’d have to eat something worse... like asparagus.
Lois must know my mother.
Clark floated effortlessly among the wispy night clouds that hung over Lois’s house below.
Stalker Clark! But I love him anyway.
“Why can’t you just tell me the truth?” he asked, cutting her off. “Why can’t you just be honest with me?” His voice rose in frustration.
Poor Cyclops. He never gets to keep the girl. And he better not in this case, either.
But she hadn’t. Wasn’t that the important thing?
No, the important thing is that you thought it.
“No, you don’t,” she told him exasperatedly. “You want me to tell you that I don’t have any feelings for Superman anymore. That’s what you *really* want to hear. So that’s what I told you.”
That sentence says so many unhappy things about their relationship on so many levels.
What right did he have to not want her to sleep in the same bed with Richard? None. He’d been gone for five years. Absolutely not one. But that didn’t mean he had to like it, and that didn’t make it any easier in the ‘knowing about it’.
Clark as Superman always seems so calm and in control on the outside, so I like the seeing him having thoughts like this. They are normal, they make him human.
Nice chapter!
