And see what? The cabinet door lying on the floor? The pool of black sludge in the sink?
Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it.
Look at the bone structure, not its current clothes.”
And considering he has x-ray vision…
“It’s larger than your current apartment, but not so large that guests could stay here if they visited.”
Lucy could stay on the couch?
“We’d finally have some privacy and some natural light.”
So, “sleeping” outside in the sun?
Clark would know better than to treat her that way…
Actually, the old Clark was an apology junkie.
Kal – this new Clark – needed to be taught.
The façade fell from his face and he snapped, “You hung up on me.”
Does he *really* think this is a good idea?
He owed her an apology and, until she got it, she would wait.
Clark crossed his arms and apparently had decided to wait as well.
Oh boy.
Lois flipped up her hand.
Forget it. If he refuses to be man enough to apologize…
She turned towards the door.
Suddenly, Clark was in front of her again. “Lois, please…”
So much for his future chances at poker…
This is more like it. We accept apologies in the form of begging, pleading, and chocolate.
How about lapping?
:p
“I was angry, Clark. But mostly, I was hurt,” she admitted.
Oh, yes. Hurt. Hurt is much better than mad.
Oh boy.
“For the time being, though, I think we should refrain from being intimate until your memories come back.”
So, no pressure, huh?
“I don’t think that kind of pressure is going to make them come back any faster.”
So, he’s going through the five stages of grief? We had denial. Now there’s bargaining.
Okay, husband. Fly me up the loft and show it to me. That staircase looks a bit wobbly.”
“It’s perfectly sound. I’ve already used it. You should try it for…”
Lois stepped back and crossed her arms. “Fly me!”
Oooooh, sneaky Lois!
Clark blanched. Yep, she had hit the nail on the head. Superman couldn’t fly.
Yeah, after all, what’s a Superman without flight? It’s like a man without the ability to… Well… don’t worry, Kal. They say it happens to every Kryptonian once in a while. And they’re even working on a little blue pill to remedy it.
What’s a Superman who can’t fly? It was like a man who couldn’t…
Michael
Black sludge!