Lois sighed in frustration. They were as bad as Clark.
Well, he had to learn it from somewhere. <g>
With the shape the dress was in she certainly wouldn’t be returning it.
Oh, but that could be a very fun vignette.
I thought you did a great job with Lois' reaction when her suspicions about Clark are proven correct. Her ego was hurt and it was the fact that he hadn't trusted her that hurt most. She was tired and worn out from worry and she lashed out at his parents as a proxy for Clark. Then, of course, she was deeply remorseful. Love, too, that his parents completely understood that.
Was it wrong to break-in to a friend’s house? Just to get them a change of clothes?
If you're Lois, those are just rhetorical questions. <g>
Lois turned to look at Clark. She was alone with him again. She walked over to his bed and gently took his left hand. “Hi there,” she whispered, rubbing her thumb across the back of his hand softly. “I guess it’s just you and me. Are you still hanging in there?”
Ah, the sweet, sweet angst of that quiet moment. <sniffle> I can see it perfectly in my mind and it's wonderful.
Nicely done, DJ!
