She exhaled deeply. He was Clark, the soft, huggable, comforting teddy. Superman was just like his doll – stiff. Sure she knew he had feelings for her and he was always very polite and kind to her, but why did he have to be always so uptight? Couldn’t he loosen up a little like Clark sometimes? She looked down to the dress again and realized each of them had kept souvenirs from those days – she the bear and Clark her dress.
You know, right now it doesn't feel like Lois is going to be figuring things out on her own, but if/when she learns, she can't even blow up in his face because of the whole family-crisis thingy.
Speaking of which, it feels sort of surreal right now. Poor Clark, there is one thing he can't fix
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