“I should go. Let you get your sleep,”
Shouldn’t he be sleeping in her bed, allowing her to rest comfortably on him?
“What if I needed chocolate chip cookies?”
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“Would you eat one if I offered it to you?” she asked.
Ooooh! Eeeeeevil.
“No, Lois. The great thing about me is that I’ll never eat your cookies.”
Yes, he’ll never ‘eat her cookie’ if he keeps that up.
Lois shook her head. “No, I have something more awkward to ask of you.”
“Could you maybe remove that surveillance camera up there?”
The bra?
“— sit and keep me company a while. While I’m tired, I don’t think I could sleep. I’m too wound up by all that’s happened today.”
Awwwwww
For a moment there, he had thought she was going to ask him to unhook her bra.
“Some bedside manner you got there, doc.”
It’s par for the course in Metropolis.
He had seen Clark kiss her. Clark was her Superman.
“He’s MPD’s best, but don’t let him know it.” She realized that Henderson could hear her.
Quite loopy.
Maybe he was right, maybe she was acting half-baked from the pain meds.
Uh-huh.
“Definitely drugs. I’m not going to get a clear statement out of you, am I, Lane?”
“It was Lex. It’s always been Lex. He blew up the shuttle and the Planet and killed Jimmy.”
Clark was her Superman. She wondered if he flew.
Only if you ask nicely. Or wear little.
tingled, and it wasn’t tingling for Superman. It was more than tingling, it was buzzing, and it was buzzing for Clark.
