Hi Virginia,
Finally, I have time to read and comment. So, let see....
Lois had tightened her arms around Clark, trying to comfort him as he cried in her arms. His sobs had been silent as if he had spent many years practicing to keep his tears to himself, so he wouldn’t bother anyone, or so that they wouldn’t hear, or wouldn’t know.
She wasn’t good at handling uncomfortable, emotional stuff, especially tears. She doubted a pat on the back and “buck up” was an appropriate response though.
I love Lois when she is like this!
CLARK: Me too! And, Lois, it was an appropriate response: you really helped me.
she realized those blemishes had only made him sweeter. He was more caring, more thoughtful, and considerate than… well, anyone else she knew. This so-called defect also made him a great writer, gripping his readers by their emotions and causing them to care.
Of course, Lois . Even an alt-Clark ... is a Clark.
“Thank you,” he whispered, despite her feeling that she hadn’t done anything
CLARK: Lois, you WERE wonderful.
His lips were soft, gentle, and loving. They were gasoline on the fire within her, then they were gone.
Clark stood up and walked to her door. “Good night, Lois,” he said.
So romantic...
She still didn’t know Clark’s true identity
CAT : Me ! Me! I know !
CAT: Look, Lois, some nice men for you:
