Aaaand to catch up…
“I have to get back to Lois pretty soon.”
Let me guess, she’s kind of tied up at the moment?
Clark stared down at the paper cup in his own hand. “We've already been holed up in that hotel for days,” he complained. “I don't know how much more I can take!”
This!
Michel let out a low whistle. For some reason, Clark felt a vague sense of awe.
Yes, when even the Kryptonian genes don’t provide sufficient stamina any longer, oh dear.
Michel's mouth snapped shut. “I don't suppose you have come across any Kryptonite, lately?” he asked after a moment.
Well…Lois, but aside from that…
“Whenever I had trouble starting it, it would help if I let myself get angry,” Clark offered, remembering his teen years. “It kind of gives it a push.”
Michel glanced at him, nodded, then picked up the cup again. He fixed it with a firm glare.
Stupid cold coffee!
The words “BECAUSE IT'S DANGEROUS AND BECAUSE I SAID SO!” blared through Clark's mind as if they'd been shouted through a bull-horn, making him drop his own coffee as his hands instinctively flew up to protect his ears.
Oh boy.
Clark put a hand on Michel's shoulder. “I think you need practice.”
And deconditioning.
Looking forward to #21!
Michael
