“ahh so you weren’t worried about me at all then? being gone so long, wondering if i’d survived?” she says she’ll stay angry, but he recognizes that gleam in her eyes, recognizes that quirk in her lips, the way the atmosphere around her shimmers and glistens, the way she brightens up the whole city block. he doesn’t know how she does it, or how he sees her like this, but he’s sure he’s hopeless. “you’re not even going to grant me just a little bit of forgiveness?” his chuckle sounds more nervous than he means it too, but he expects her to know him well enough, even after these six months, to know he’s joking as well.
at her jumbled questions though, he nods fervently, distracted for a moment with the feel of her hands smoothing down over his clothes, her touch electrifying him and kindling an urge, a need, a hope to continue the connection, to never let go again. this time if he blinks out of existence, can she please come with him? “yeah, yeah, of course– of course i can. i… i came here specifically to see you, to talk to you.” a beat passes before he realizes how creepy and stalkery that sounds. “i mean– because, well, because i found your name on the database registrar so i knew you were here finally. and… you like coffee shops to write in, so…” this is going splendidly already, the clark kent persona practically writes itself and all he has to do is look at her before tripping all over his shoes.
he takes the seat opposite her and smiles– or tries to smile, still a bit distracted by her glow, still a bit breathless by her voice. finally. finally. “i’m still in the housing yeah, i don’t really have a means of leaving just yet… and i’m sort of okay there. i haven’t gotten another job as a reporter yet, i think i’m… actually going to try something a little bit different.” something he’s excited about but also incredibly apprehensive for. “i’m okay though, yes, i’m in one piece.” at her last question though, he balks a little, pausing, almost scoffs. “lois, i… i fell through just as i was heading over to come pick you up.” his speech slows slightly. “you know i wouldn’t have… just dropped off without saying anything, right?”
“Don’t you put words in my mouth, mister. Of course I was worried. The world was — confused, to say the least, about what was going on, no one had figured it out,” And with some of the brightest minds here not being able to figure it out, she had little faith that the world she had left behind was doing any better with the puzzle.
“Maybe… maybe a crumb of forgiveness,” Lois finally agrees, but her eyes are all but sparkling as she looks up at him. It is nice to have someone who feels like a slice of home somehow.
Confusion is quick to slide over her features as Clark begins some very Clark backpedaling and Lois felt confused about what she could have done to have caused this… already. They had only been in each other’s presence a few moments. But then she grins, a big shit eating grin, she can’t help it.
“You were looking for me. Clark Kent,” She smirks. “You were looking for little ol’ me,” She teases. But it was relieving to know that she was some kind of thought that had crossed his mind, even in all this chaos.
But her face was back to confusion. “Like what?” Clark Kent, not a reporter? Why? Panic bells were going off in Lois’ mind and she wasn’t sure why. Felt like the world had shifted so much that every little detail that wasn’t the same felt huge and heavy and it was another thing she needed to process. “Like what? What kind of job? What else would you want to do?”
It seemed unfathomable.
“Oh, uh?” At that, she turns a little pink. “Sure, my rational woman brain knows you’re not a jerk. But — just yes, I do know that. Of course I know that."
