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Lois Lane (reporterlois) wrote in utr_logs,

She shook her head simply. "I know I haven't lost him. He left me coffee one morning after we argued." She struggled to keep her voice un-sheepish. She'd hurt him, and he was leaving her coffee, the best invention since... anything, really. "I left him a voicemail, and he left a note the next morning saying he loved me. That's what almost kills me, you know?" her voice rose just a little. "That he doesn't really get angry. That it's so hard to stay angry at him for anything. It'd almost be easier that way." Anger instead of hurt usually was.

Lois paused as the waitress came by and gave her a tight, brief smile. She picked up her fork but didn't begin to eat yet. Her voice was a little calmer. "I said that because I'd been hurt. Badly. And I was angry, and I'd moved on. He left without saying anything, Didi. I always wondered if I'd done something... I still don't know if I did. So I finally wrote the editorial, and it helped me find the closure I needed. Until he came back, of course."