Fortunately for him, he had always been resistant to alcohol.
*snort*
"If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have come back! Wouldn't have," he said carefully. "Wouldn't have figured out how. I had to figure out how," he repeated slowly. "I couldn't leave. Not again. Not with you here."
It's a good thing Lois is pretty darn tipsy herself because in her normal state she'd tear this apart and pin Clark to the wall.
It was Lois's voice that brought him out of sleep some hours later. "Clark Kent, you come down here right now! You've got some explaining to do, mister!"
Great ending!
Nan, I love this wonderful, waffy story. I like the way it started with a wounded Superman and then eased into something completely different. Thank you for sharing it with us!
