Part 47:
She sat up and moved her legs over the side of the bed, connecting her gaze to Lex Luthor.
“Is Zara okay?”
Lex nodded from his position in an arm chair.
This is *sooooo* weird
“So you volunteered to keep me from doing something stupid?”
“I insisted.”
The tone in his voice told her that Lex would have snapped her neck if need be.
Did I already say ‘oh boy’?
“Why should I? You've been hurt? Like everyone else here. Why give you special treatment?"
Because she’s Lois Lane, not some red-shirt.
“I need … a shower,” she said, wanting to get the grime of being ill washed from her skin.
“Yes. You do.”
LEX: What? She *stinks*!
“It's a joke,” she told him, her tone careful.
Hey, at least now you can tell the three Loises apart. There’s the healthy one, the traumatized one, and the stinking one
KAL-EL:
The others don’t laugh.
He nodded, aware that he didn't understand their humor.
KAL-EL: So… next lesson in acceptable human humor?
“I apologize for hurting you earlier.”
“I accept your unnecessary apology.”
See?
She smiled – a small, tense and fleeting expression, but it transformed her momentarily and Kal-El tried to act unaffected. He hoped she didn't pick up on the way her brief smile drew his soul to hers.
Michael
