/inserts get-well-soon FDK/
Her rant over, Lois picked up her fork and stabbed a piece of meat, putting it in her mouth to chew viciously.
Wow. I actually expected her to get up and fake-leave. her not letting the dinner go to waste is even more
“I have a beard because I can’t shave it off.”
Lois quickly swallowed the food in her mouth before speaking. “I’m sorry?” she asked.
Awwww... And couldn't Lois get a piece of Kryptonite from STAR Labs and CLark just stays vulnerable. No danger of making a mess. Instant-shavability.
“But your heat vision might still work. You said you haven’t even tried it.”
Nice loophole there. /wonders if Lois might soon be holding a big mirror.
“Do you think your mother would be willing to drive me back to Wichita tomorrow or is there another way I can get there?”
Hmm...
Damn, Clark, could you have written ‘not my friend’ in any brighter neon lights if you’d tried?”
Bummer. Sounds like she actually believes it.
When I moved to Metropolis and I met you...”
She felt her heart skip a beat.
Clark looked slightly flustered as he continued quickly. “...uhh... and Jimmy and Perry and everyone and got a job I really liked, I thought maybe, just maybe this was my shot at that normal life.
And she could see how telling her would have been complicated. Still, he had walked out of her life rather than telling her the truth. So where did that leave her and Clark?
Oh boy. Looks like she needs some time away on a country retreat with day-activities and relationship coaching. Oh wait... Duh!
And if he had only recently been planning to go on a weekend getaway with another woman, what did that say about his feelings for Lois?
That he thought he and Mayson would not be sharing a room and Mayson just needed someone to protected her in the woods and build a fire?
She leaned over to glance at the clock. Good grief. Five thirty. Well, when in Rome...
At least, she won't get a jet-leg!
“I’m still trying to decide,” Lois responded thoughtfully. “I think we declared a truce,” Lois finally added, giving a firm nod of satisfaction at the pronouncement.
“I’m sorry. I just...” Her voice trailed off into a slight gasp. “My, god,” she whispered under her breath.
Did she just realize how complete his fake-act is?
He hadn’t gone to sleep in the nude or something... Had he?