Since I didn't have much time for feedback before, I wanted to come back and leave some.
Not just crying, but sobbing – her eyes were red and puffy.
Awww.... Poor Lois.
“I know Clark is your friend,” Lois said. “And I know I shouldn’t involve you in this, but he is the most frustrating man I have ever met and believe me, that is a big call and right now, I’d like to tangle two fistfuls of his perfectly groomed hair around my fingers and shake him until his perfectly shaped teeth are rattling around his perfect throat so that the next time he flashes that formerly-perfect smile, I’ll be reminded that under that suave, perfect exterior lurks a man who can be thrown into a brouhaha by an almost-kiss.”
Clark needed to hear this.
“Why does he do it?” Lois asked in a small voice. “Why does he look at me the way he does and then leave me? Why does he act as if he would mutilate anyone who so much as even thought about hurting me and then rip out my heart himself? Why does he laugh with me and then make me wonder if he’s laughing *at* me behind my back? Why does he seem so trustworthy and then make it clear he doesn’t trust me? Why does he –.”
Those darn secret identities sure can be a problem.
Once his hand was ensconced hers, she spoke. “Superman, you know I’m your friend. We will always be friends. You can come and hang out here anytime you want to. We can chat. And watch movies. And drink coffee. But I can’t be anything more than your friend.”
Somehow this is so funny coming from Lois. She wants Superman but doesn’t want Clark. Clark wants Lois but not as Superman. Then Lois wants Clark but doesn’t want Superman. Clark still wants Lois but not as Superman but he’s there for her as Superman while she complains about Clark. Priceless.
“Because as much as I enjoy helping people and saving them and making a difference in their lives right when they need it ... the most important parts of my life – to me – happen when I’m Clark Kent.”
Brava, Clark!
She glanced to his hair – sitting in perfect-just-stepped-out-of-the-hairdresser waves, despite having been gelled to his scalp just seconds ago. She *should* grab it and shake him.
How does he do that? I find it harder to get my mind around that than the idea of where the boots go.
“My gift to you is a second chance,” she said.
Awww... That’s just so sweet.
