I know, I know, I know!
And without even looking it up! It's Chris Carr's
Learning Curves.
Okay, here's another one!
"Clark, you're bleeding."
"Am I?" Stupid, stupid...
"Yes, your shirt is a mess. You'd better sit down while I take a closer look." She slipped an arm around his waist to guide him down to the sofa, but he pulled away again.
"I can clean it up. I-I'm sure it's nothing."
"Clark, what is it? Why won't you let me help you?" Lois just couldn't understand his behaviour at all, and it was beginning to frustrate her. She was also starting to wonder exactly what he was hiding - what could be so bad that he would keep shrinking away from her like this?
Clark stared dumbly at Lois; he didn't know what to tell her. What he did know was that he needed to sit down soon.
"Oh, for heaven's sake! At least sit down before you fall down."
There was no argument for that. Once seated, he couldn't resist relaxing back into the soft cushions and closing his eyes. He felt her start to ease his jacket off again, and somehow it was easier to let her continue than put up any more resistance. <She's going to find out.> I know, but I can't stop her. <She's going to be so mad at you.> I know, but I can't change that. His tie was coming off, and then she was undoing his shirt buttons.
"Lois, I'm sorry."
"I should think so! You were acting like a two year-old."
<That's not what I meant.>
Now his shirt was off, and he felt her go still. "What...?"
He opened his eyes just as hers slid from the bandage to his face.
"I'm sorry," he repeated, but it wasn't enough. It would never be enough.
"Why have you got Superman's bandage on your shoulder?" Lois studied the face in front of her...she reached up and pulled his glasses off his face. Those eyes...slowly she pushed the hair back from his forehead, while he continued to stare anxiously at her with those wide brown eyes of his...of-
"Superman's. You're Superman." She snatched her hand away from his hair.
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