An acute, powerful yearning for her own mother erupted in Lois. For what they’d had, for what they should have had. The dam ruptured.
When Martha arrived ten minutes later, Lois was still crumpled in the phone booth, clutching a fistful of soaking tissues.
Awwwwww
“You know I’m going to tell him I love him?” Lois warned.
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
He heard footsteps. Featherweight footsteps.
Lo –
Don’t go there, Kent. Do *not* go there.
The door opened.
Clark stared, his mind scrambled.
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
They so carefully tiptoeing around each other, each afraid the other would bolt when both just want to hug the other and never let go
Michael
