“Clark, I’m not going to discuss that here. Please, don’t ask me to,” she said, reaching into the bag and pulling out a ham and brie sandwich on a baguette. She raised a brow at him. “Just zip out for lunch, Clark?”
He shrugged with a smile.
No look at that…
She chuckled. It was good to hear her laugh. “I could tell you what your brother got his girlfriend for Christmas.”
Clark growled, dropping his sandwich back into the bag, standing up.
Oops?
Lois sighed, rolling her eyes. “Not me, Clark. Mrs. Lola Luthor.”
Well, Alt-Clark really *does* sound like he’s got a thing for married Loises.
“Why don’t you tell me about Mayson, then?” Clark asked.
“Ugh. Clark, I’m eating.” Lois made a face at him. “Anyway, that’s a long story and I’d like to get some work done today.”
Really, Lex?
He wouldn’t actively listen in, but if he happened to hear by accident…
That’s like not lying by just not mentioning his spandex fetish, right? Which worked really Wells.
Clark paused, looking down. “I followed her here,” he admitted.
“Why don’t you come in and sit down?”
“Anything!” Clark stood up and started pacing. “She won’t talk to me.”
“She won’t talk to you?” Dr. Friskin repeated back to him.
By her startled expression, he knew he had guessed wrongly. “Not unless your twin brother is Superman,” she told him.
Oops?
“So, which bothers you more, Mr. Kent? That she slept with your brother or that he was dressed as Superman at the time?”
Umm…actually, that he and Superman and Lois ‘shared a bed’ one night.
“Do you trust her? I mean, you aren’t keeping anything, any secrets, from her?”
Clark swallowed. Well, there was what he knew about Bruce Wayne. But that really wasn’t her concern. “Nothing of importance.”
Uuuuuuu…
She glanced up from her notebook and looked him in the eye. “I thought you said he was dead?”
“So was Lex Luthor once too, but he came back,” Clark clarified.
“May I recommend that you accompany Lois the next time we meet? Perhaps together we can rebuild those trust bridges. Shall I pencil you in?” She flipped open her black appointment book.
He stood up. “No! God, no. It would crush her, if she knew I followed her…”
Uuuuuuuummm…
Dr. Friskin looked at him. “I will not keep your appearance today a secret from her, Mr. Kent. She needs to know you are concerned about her. May I recommend that you reconsider?”
Oh look. Clark’s made a doodoo and is now stuck between a piece of green Kryptonite and a red one.
Clark put a hand to his head. Lois was going to kill him for spying on her.
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