Lex nodded mutely, relief flooding him as Clark offered him somewhere safe to sleep. His mind was fog, awash with broken pieces of thought and splintered memory. He tried hard to grasp them but they just seemed to slip away time and again, all he knew was that something bad had happened and he had somehow been involved in it. He felt like he was in a bad dream, perhaps once he had rested then he would wake up and everything would make sense again. Yes, that had to be it. He was just exhausted and could not think straight.
“What would I ever do without a friend like you, Clark?” Lex wondered, the look in his eyes was not clear or focused, he was not himself. He looked.. lost. Wide eyed, as if seeing the world for the first time. In truth, this was not entirely false but he had no way of knowing it. There was only one thing Lex knew and could hold onto, the only thing that had been an unwavering constant in his life and that was his friend, Clark.
The fate of the younger Luthor would certainly have been sealed if not for this young man sitting across from him, back there in the alley would have been the last time he ever would have been seen or heard from. If anyone had even found him at all.
Clark was like an anchor in a hurricane right now and this was the only thing keeping Lex sane. He knew he could never thank Clark enough but he would try to.
Somehow.
