Lois wrapped her arms around Clark’s head, hugging him to her chest.
Clark: I like this.
Well, if you say so.
“I’m usually better at it,” he said roughly. “Today was a bad day.”
NR: Joke reveals don't count, you have not yet said enough to properly pass the intimacy threshold.
Clark: I know. This was not a
than I can just put it off more.
PR: So what is your real point.
Clark: To speak the truth as often as possible. Now when Lois goes all crazy when she finally really figures out, I can say "but, wonderful one, I did tell you that I did better at not dieing on most days than the day Trask shot me. You just did not give me time to put in 'usually the bullets just bounce off me'."
Lois: Like I would have believed it, even if you said it.
Clark: See, being more truthful would have not helped.
Lois:
I am still angry at you for lieing to me.
Clark: See, I have to wait to implement the plan. Soft truths, soft truths.
