"It was that kiss, wasn't it? It freaked you out," he said, running his fingers through his hair nervously. "I'm sorry, Lois, really I am. I should have never have done that--" he stood up and began pacing around the room. She couldn't bear to see him so guilty, especially when he had absolutely nothing to feel guilty about.
Aww, but evil minds can't help but blame Clark to *some* extent. After all, that kiss surely hadn't helped Lois to keep her distance.
"Thanks, Lois," he said simply. "That sofa is pretty uncomfortable. I'll sleep on the top of the sheet. You won't even know I'm here. I promise to be a perfect gentleman. "
Poor Lois.
"Good night, Clark," she said tightly. <<Oh, God, what have I done?>>
Isn't it more like 'what will I do?'
Will there be a future revelation, too?
Michael
