He didn't make a reply until I had leaned him up against the side of the Jeep so I could fish out my keys and open the door. "I didn't know you thought that," he said quietly.
"Thought what?"
"That I had a way with words."
Terror invaded my system and set every cell afire. I jumped from my bed and crossed to Clark's cot in two strides, perching on the edge so I could feel his forehead for a fever. "Clark, you're fine. You have to be fine. You're not going to die--there is absolutely no need to confess any sins, okay? You're going to be fine."
Oh come on, Lois!!!
His hand on my cheek was as cool as a breath of fresh air, as gentle as a slight breeze, and as reassuring as the sight of a sunrise. "Yeah," he whispered, his voice dry. "I'm coming back."
This better mean that he's also going to take out anti-Supes and put on the red and blue once his powers return.
Needing distance, I stood and took a step toward the bed before looking over my shoulder. "No more midnight confessions, right?"
"I guess not." Inexplicably, he sounded *disappointed*.
With a sigh, I resigned myself to the fact that I would *never* understand Clark Kent.
Ok, so he tells her in the daylight, not in the middle of the night. She only specified no *midnight* confessions, after all.
So, I was smiling the entire time Clark was talking to her in the dark, telling her about his amnesia during Nightfall. But you are such a tease. I really thought he was going to give her some more clues to who he is, at the very least.
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