Breakfast in bed for his best girl :')
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[Even if he promised Lois nine hours, he was a bit generous; no rush, and all. At the door he listens in for her heartbeat to see whether she's up or not, and he's pleased to find she isn't. Enough time for him to slip in and set up, then.
He lets himself in, quiet as can be, and sets down the breakfast tray on her desk. There's pancakes and mounds of fresh fruit and whipped cream, and juice and coffee and all the fixings, just how she likes it.
He opens the blinds and lets the sunshine in, then moves to her bedside and kneels down to be eye-level with her sleeping face.
Gently, he touches a hand to her shoulder. Clark feels a twinge of longing at the fact that he can't just climb into bed with her with so much time between them, but the happiness he feels at just having her around surpasses that.]
Hey.