Oh, I just love this. It started out so wistful and I could feel her longing for him. But what a happy romp through her mind it turned into! Her lighting up when he stepped off the elevator was so fulfilling!
The news was slower—sure that wasn’t his fault, but she might as well blame it on him while he wasn’t here.
Chortled out loud at this!
God, she’d missed him.. Missed him more than she wanted to admit to him—because even after everything, she still had that little bit of fear and reservation about opening up and being vulnerable. Even though Clark was the only one she would even consider being vulnerable with.
Such a brutal dichotomy to have to live with in your heart. Ooooff, she makes me really hope that she gets it together.
She’d swear they tasted straight from the oven, but maybe that was just because everything seemed that much better when Clark was around.
This and the bits earlier about not picking him up from the airport are so tantalizing.
She kept her eyes trained on him as she whispered, “They’re just…super, Clark.”
His head shot up, his eyes found hers, and for a moment, he was frozen still. But then, after a beat, he took a breath and slowly shrugged his shoulders up and gave her a sheepish grin.
I did NOT see that this was driving to this ending, and this was such a fun jolt! She's SO delightfully cat with the canary. And I love that you let Clark just be himself for this moment, instead of dragging him torturously down, his awash with guilt.
So much fun!
