Echoes of the Past by ML Thompson, one of my favorite stories and one of my favorite authors.
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Clark sighed and ran his fingers through his hair,
obviously agitated. "Can we please talk about something
else - anything else?"
Lois rolled her eyes. "You make it sound like I'm obsessed;
like I've forced you to discuss this all day!"
"You *have* forced me to discuss this all day! We examined
and analyzed every possible reason for his appearance. I'm
sick of talking about Superman!"
Lois was slightly taken aback by Clark's vehement response,
but they were too far into this argument for her to back
down now.
"I thought Superman was your friend! You sound like you
don't even like him!"
"It's not that I don't like him, it's that I don't like the
way you act when you're around him!"
"What's that supposed to mean?!"
"It means, I'm sick of watching you get all mooney-eyed
every time he drops by! He's just an ordinary man, Lois,
stop acting like he's some kind of god!"
"You know what? You're just jealous! Just because I don't
get all mooney-eyed over you-"
"No! That's not it at all! I'm just sick of being your
sounding board for this pathetic obsession!"
"Are you saying that I'm pathetic?!" she asked, incensed.
"That's *not* what I said! I *said* that this obsession is
pathetic - there's a big difference. You're better than
this, Lois. You deserve better than this; better than him."
"Better than him? Who could possibly be better than
Superman?!"
