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Lex has never liked snow; it's always delaying his flights and dirtying his cars.
But as he and Clark cross a silent Smallville street, snow starts to fall and suddenly chokes the crisp, black night like soft static. Streetlights create tiny halos around every flake as they float ethereally. They fall in Clark's hair and on his upturned face.
When Clark turns to him, smiling and streaked with tear-like trails, Lex is struck dumb with the perfection of this moment. Clark sticks out his tongue to catch errant flakes and Lex and thinks maybe snow isn't so bad after all.
But as he and Clark cross a silent Smallville street, snow starts to fall and suddenly chokes the crisp, black night like soft static. Streetlights create tiny halos around every flake as they float ethereally. They fall in Clark's hair and on his upturned face.
When Clark turns to him, smiling and streaked with tear-like trails, Lex is struck dumb with the perfection of this moment. Clark sticks out his tongue to catch errant flakes and Lex and thinks maybe snow isn't so bad after all.