[ lois has always been tireless in the pursuit of truth and justice, but she's tired now — not tired enough to stop, never that, but the kind of tired that comes from having more to lose than ever and being afraid to lose it. she's not scared for herself so much as for clark. that's not something she knows how to tell him, but she hopes maybe he understands it anyway, the way he seems to understand who she is, what's important to her, without having to ask.
there's a story there, something to be unearthed, and lois thinks if she can just figure it out, if someone can connect the dots (it doesn't have to be her, but — who else?) maybe it'll keep clark safe. maybe it'll keep superman safe, because he might be bulletproof, but he can still be hurt.
he curls an arm around her shoulders, and it's almost reflex to lean back against him, to seek out his warmth. she used to pride herself in standing alone; now she has this. ]
Hmhm. [ comes the first, non-commital answer. there are heavy thoughts pulling at her mind, and it takes conscious effort to look at clark and focus properly. the second attempt is more articulate: ] What did you have in mind?
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there's a story there, something to be unearthed, and lois thinks if she can just figure it out, if someone can connect the dots (it doesn't have to be her, but — who else?) maybe it'll keep clark safe. maybe it'll keep superman safe, because he might be bulletproof, but he can still be hurt.
he curls an arm around her shoulders, and it's almost reflex to lean back against him, to seek out his warmth. she used to pride herself in standing alone; now she has this. ]
Hmhm. [ comes the first, non-commital answer. there are heavy thoughts pulling at her mind, and it takes conscious effort to look at clark and focus properly. the second attempt is more articulate: ] What did you have in mind?
[ lois is a terrible cook and always has been. ]