YAY! I can't tell you how happy I am to have this to read this morning. (and I'm sorry I wasn't online while you were working on it... I feel horrible about that.
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He was tired. Possibly more so than he had ever been before.
Sounds exactly like me this morning. LOL!
Yes, there was Superman, but Superman didn't spend stakeouts playing board games with Lois, he didn't bring her cups of coffee in the morning, or walk her home after a long day at work. It wasn't Superman that Lois bounced story ideas off, or ranted at when she was upset, and it wasn't Superman's apartment that she invited herself into at all hours of the night when she was scared, or lonely, or needed a friend.
Awwww!!! :hugs Clarkie: (and dammit, :sniffles: cause this totally got to me!)
He had spent the time after his supposed death worrying about himself, his secret, his loss, and he had spent far too little time worrying about the effect it would have on Lois.
Ah, damn you... I'll be crying through the rest of this, I'm sure now.
beautiful.. just beautiful. :hugs you: You have the most wonderful way of breaking our hearts (and his, too).
/heads over to the restrooms for Kleenex.
