Her jaw dropped and all the air disappeared from her lungs.
She...
He...
Clark that... that... fink!
She’s figured out that Clark’s sleeping with Superman!
This was why he got all those exclusive Superman interviews! Oh, that just wasn't fair. She would have gladly offered up closet space for an interview or two.
Or her bed?
CLARK: No, she doesn’t share her bed.
LOIS: I’ll make an exception for Superman.
Clark had a *lot* of explaining to do as soon as she found him. They were partners, for crying out loud! He couldn't have mentioned this?
CLARK: It’s called keeping a secret.
LOIS: Or treason.
Did they talk about her? Complain about her pigheadedness and her unrelenting infatuation?
SUPERMAN: You wouldn’t be the stunt she pulled today. She was actually stuck to the side of a skyscraper when I got to her.
And Superman... well, he was lucky he had no memory at the moment.
Right. As if she’d *ever* bet mad at him when he’s naked in front of her.
It wasn't like she'd be letting him out anyway, not when he didn't even know who he was.
Yeah…crooks might take advantage of him…
. And, wow, Lois had three of them! She must be quite the journalist.
Or walk over dead bodies to get them.
Oh. Wow. It was him. And her. A candid photo, it appeared, taken in what looked to be a newsroom.
Maybe he should not mention that one to Lois.
His eyes in the photograph...
Well, he wasn't sure he quite believed what he was seeing there. Surely, it couldn't be. Lois would have mentioned something if they'd been... were... lov--really close friends.
He’s figured out that they’re friends with benefits! Is he going to kiss her when she gets home?
"I'm back, and I actually managed to find one of your su--" She stopped mid-sentence and mid-stride.
Ooooh! Towel-effect!
He gestured down to the bag hanging from her arm. Clothes would be nice right now. Really nice.
SUPERMAN (some minutes later): That? I can’t wear *that*!
*I* didn't know that before, but you have a closet and everything.
Yeah…well…he’s not come out of the closet yet.
Not to mention her eyes kept wandering over his chest and... lower.
Well, this costume thing couldn't be that bad, right? At least it would cover more of him.
Yes. ‘Cover’
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Red spandex briefs.
"You... uh... you wear them on the outside."
No. No way.
Only... the tight-fitting spandex didn't leave much to the imagination. At all.
He gave the discarded towel a longing look,
, wondering if Lois would look at him funny if he came out with the cape wrapped around him, covering his front.
She could... say she forgot something from her room and, oops, didn't realize he'd been...
No, that was a lame excuse.
Then again, the man didn't have a memory. For all he knew, they were involved.
/heads over yonder/
Because any minute now, Superman was going to come walking out her bedroom door and ask her--
"So, you said something about dinner?"
Oh boy.
LOIS:
Maybe she'd decided to cook instead?
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He didn't want her to go to any more trouble for him than she had already, especially because, now that he thought about it, he didn't feel all that hungry.
He’s remembering something!
LOIS:
I was trying to find the menu for this place Clark always gets food from, but I guess I don't h--"
Oh, so much fun!
Michael
