It didn’t surprise her at all that Clark had debated telling any version of her his secret. After all it was a pretty big one to keep considering all the various layers to it and how dangerous it would be if certain people ever learned his identity. Not to mention it put in danger those who knew his secret. Though, it didn’t seem like it mattered if she knew or not, trouble had a way of finding her so really what was a little extra danger added to her plate?
She wondered how it would have worked here if he hadn’t told her as soon as they had talked that first time on the board. It would have been easy enough for her to have found out all that Clark had been hiding. All it took was a few clicks on google, but as the whole Doomsday debacle had proven to her, Lois really didn’t want to ever use google again. She preferred hearing it from Clark. It was different to hear about what his life was, what his powers could do in his own words than reading about it off of wikipedia. Made it more real in her mind.
Lois shook her head at the plaid being an art comment, unable to hold back a laugh at that. “Please, Clark, plaid will become an art form when you let me install a shoe rack in that fortress of yours,” she informed him, glancing over her shoulder at him before looking back out at the sky. “So never.”
She couldn’t help the yelp that escaped her when he picked her up, not having expected to be suddenly lifted into the air. She grasped his shoulders to steady herself and looked up at him when he spoke. It took a moment for her to remember her voice, caught off guard by just how close they were to one another. Sure they had flown together to Kansas City the night before, but there was something different about this time. Something that made her swallow hard. Maybe it was the uncertainty in his gaze or the fact that they were going off just the two of them or a hundred other little things that were causing her heart to race a little faster.
“You should charge admission for this ride,” Lois teased, pleased her voice didn’t falter. She relaxed her grip on his shoulders a bit, still holding on because she wasn’t sure where else to have them. “I bet you could make a pretty penny flying people to places around the world. We could call you the Superman Express. I’m patenting that, so if you use it, I get a cut of all profits.”
She smiled then, giving his shoulders a gentle squeeze before needing to look anywhere but at his face. “Yeah, this is fine. How long do you think it’ll take us to get to China?”