He looked faintly green. “I—I think I’m going to be s-sick,” he said, his voice strained.
Poor Clark...poor, poor, poor, poor, poor Clark.
Clark winced slightly at the use of his birth name. He wanted to tell her the truth. She deserved the truth. But he couldn’t. Not here, not now.
Lois get him out of there. Use your tae-kwon-do!!!
Superman’s expression wasn’t satisfied. In fact, he looked like he was about to try and feed her himself, if she didn’t change her mind, even though his breathing was labored just laying there, as he was. Lois rolled her eyes, picked up the bowl, and put a spoonful of the soup in her mouth.
“There, happy?”
Yes, Clark. Please recover soon, at least a bit!!
This is pure angst!
Well written, Raven of Doom!
