[He's done this a dozen times now, hasn't he? Explained who he is, laid everything out on the table. But this time feels different. This isn't someone coming to him and confessing they know, asking for clarification.
This is someone who doesn't know anything at all. This is someone who actually could walk away and crush him, if this is all too much for her to handle.
He's kicking himself inside. He should have just said it. He should have just done this on his terms, instead of waiting for something to slip.
Clark stands on the roof, a couple dozen paces from the door, and he looks at her. How could he be such an idiot? Shouldn't he know better by now?]
Before I say anything else, Lois... I want you to know that I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner.
[He's sorry. He sounds ridiculously sincere, but it's hard not to get a slight sense of foreboding when he takes the time to preface everything. She doesn't move forward yet, just keeps a cautiously guarded expression on her face.]
Just to clarify, is that a 'sorry I didn't tell you about something you should have known when you got here, Lois', or a 'sorry about something I haven't told you in the four years we've lived and worked together'?
[She's not really intending for it to sound quite so harsh. Things just happen to sound that way when they spill out of her mouth. Especially when they're laced with her own insecurities, which are definitely at play here and now.]
[In the pause before he speaks again, she considers asking how he would have liked to tell her considering that--
But pretty much all of her mental processes just jam to a serious sudden halt when he actually says that. She's vaguely aware in the back of her mind of a million times where he's lied to her. Of how she probably looked like an idiot every time she ever opened her mouth about the Blur around Clark Kent. About a thousand subtle clues she never paid the slightest bit of attention to because...
Because it was just Clark.
But it wasn't. He's never been 'just Clark'.
He's always been both, and it's a lot to process all at once.
Right now, however, she's sort of incapable of analyzing everything.
She doesn't have room yet to be mad, or anxious, or embarrassed.
Right now?
She's filled with some undefinable sense of exhilaration.
And, because it's traditional:]
... I think I'm gonna have to work on a better nickname for you than Smallville.
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This is someone who doesn't know anything at all. This is someone who actually could walk away and crush him, if this is all too much for her to handle.
He's kicking himself inside. He should have just said it. He should have just done this on his terms, instead of waiting for something to slip.
Clark stands on the roof, a couple dozen paces from the door, and he looks at her. How could he be such an idiot? Shouldn't he know better by now?]
Before I say anything else, Lois... I want you to know that I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner.
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Just to clarify, is that a 'sorry I didn't tell you about something you should have known when you got here, Lois', or a 'sorry about something I haven't told you in the four years we've lived and worked together'?
[She's not really intending for it to sound quite so harsh. Things just happen to sound that way when they spill out of her mouth. Especially when they're laced with her own insecurities, which are definitely at play here and now.]
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Something I should have told you before now. And this isn't how I wanted to tell you.
[He takes a few paces closer to her.]
I am the Blur. Superman.
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But pretty much all of her mental processes just jam to a serious sudden halt when he actually says that. She's vaguely aware in the back of her mind of a million times where he's lied to her. Of how she probably looked like an idiot every time she ever opened her mouth about the Blur around Clark Kent. About a thousand subtle clues she never paid the slightest bit of attention to because...
Because it was just Clark.
But it wasn't. He's never been 'just Clark'.
He's always been both, and it's a lot to process all at once.
Right now, however, she's sort of incapable of analyzing everything.
She doesn't have room yet to be mad, or anxious, or embarrassed.
Right now?
She's filled with some undefinable sense of exhilaration.
And, because it's traditional:]
... I think I'm gonna have to work on a better nickname for you than Smallville.
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