Oh, how adorably sweet. I love how you show us this Clark's absolute innocence and modesty, as shown, among other ways, in how he cringes at the name "Superman" and at the colorful super-suit.
But most of all I totally, totally love how you show us that the truth and constancy of his love for Lois is the absolute core and essence of his being:
What could he say? What *should* he say? He remembered the way he kept his apartment? He remembered the way he made spaghetti? He remembered the way he made her coffee...
He *did* remember the way she took her coffee, and that he always brought her a cup in the newsroom every morning. And he remembered...
"I remember that I love you. Actually, I don't think I ever forgot that."
Oh Sara, this is so extremely beautiful. And Lois is crying. Surely it is because she is happy - because she understands the depth and wonderful honesty of his love for her?
In this story, the innocent essence of the farmboy from Krypton has been confronted by the convoluted strangeness of his weird double life. But all he is sure of is - that he loves Lois.
Absolutely wonderful, Sara.
Ann
