Again, Lois fought against the compulsion to reach forward and connect with Clark. There was such hurt in his eyes. Why was she noticing it so clearly today? Because of the topics they were discussing? Or because he was letting down his guard and allowing her to see his suffering?
Was he beginning to trust her?
Or had something happened to her that meant his pain had become her pain?
Suddenly, there was a flash of movement, and Clark was on his feet. "Someone's coming," he said. He swept her into his arms, and the next thing Lois knew she was at the doorway. She stepped into the staffroom and locked the cell door. She put her half-eaten lunch on the table and began pouring a cup of coffee.
A knock sounded on the external door.
Thanks!
Corrina.
