Clark reached up and scratched his neck, and not for the first time. She slapped his hand away. “Stop it, Jerome,” she scolded, using his pathetic undercover name. “You’re only making it worse.”
“I can’t help it. They itch,” he said, his tired voice to the point of whining. *holds laughter in until she's red in the face* “Of course they itch, they’re mosquito bites. 
CLARK: No. I'm just worried I'm a jinx.
JONATHAN: A jinx?
CLARK: Yeah. Let's face it, ever since she's known me, Lois's been kidnapped, frozen, pushed off buildings, almost stabbed, poisoned, buried alive and who knows what else, and it's all because of me.
-"Contact" (You're not her jinx, you're her blessing.)
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